Gins of Heaven-The heart of a gin maker

Gins of Heaven


Had I the heavens’ embroidered gins,

Enwrought with juniper and citrus bright,

The coriander and the cardamom and the dark gins

Of herb and spice giving the hearts cut,

I would spread out the gins in your sight:

But I, can only pour, that which I dream;

A liquid, my dream, so pure in your sight

Sip softly, because you sip of my dream.

 By David Hitchens