A DRINK OF SAUTERNES

& it seems more the sadness
sweet to the taste, of the light
shining sideways & the forgotten words
which still yet ignite old passions, unheard
but somehow reaching us.

Dear, in this, aging I suppose
clumsily living, with a soft veil &
a quiet cough heard next door to hurry
"This was the last time": the waters sparkled, people
just moving around

before we go into the dark
silence, cool, remote & what we had bought
for ourselves & our loved ones. The toys are put away
as the party clears up. Ah, dear memories
& memory of that fading.