OLD WINE

I remember knowing

Warmth & desire,

Glowing embers

Of long distant fire,

To share a pillow,

Limbs entwined,

A new flavour

For an ancient wine,

As passion stirs

From banishment,

Wearing

Its ill-fitting coat

Of chastity,

Its wild obsession,

Shunned,

Its myopic vision,

Unwelcome,

Its choicest words

Best left unsaid,

Still unspoken

Inside the head,

Hoisted,

In their own

Eternal wondering,

Perhaps discretion

Is the better friend,

Without beginning,

Or pointless end.

ECLIPSE

Chased

By the shadow of a cloud,

A hair's breadth

From eclipse

By solid darkness,

Liquid gold,

Sweeps across

The vast field

Of time.

Her brush,

Eternity's horizon,

Her medium,

Light,

Framed,

Only

By this moment,

Love's workings

Unfold.

RUN OF THE MILL

Sails turning,

Wheels churning,
The mill complains,

Unaware
That its real yearning

Still remains,
To feel the will

Of water and air.