By The Trailing Veil Of The Sun

I enjoy your nearness like one enjoys a glass of wine
It need not be a loud or boisterous affair
Much preferred, it harbors the soul of a quiet and meaningful contemplation
A spirited meditation on the subtle comforts in life
In turn, no requests are made for an essence of haste
The sultry, delectable sensation longs to be savored
Each bottle, and each moment with you, is unique
With such inherent grace, it begs no need for distraction
The wine's secrets are truly unlocked only when all focus is its possession
It's appreciation requires the most delicate care
In the presence of any other, it's passion could only be diluted

With such in mind, it seems fitting
That every time I curl up with a glass of wine in my hand
I feel a slight yet assured sense of belonging
Solace in the fact that, somehow
I'm keenly aware that I was meant to be in this exact place
At this particular fragment in time
And as I sit by the dying light of day
Faint echoes of jazz stir in my mind;
I pray that the bottle's fruition might never end


I enjoy your nearness like one enjoys a glass of wine
A sensuous experience, by the trailing veil of the sun
It's the ideal respite after a long and arduous day
A simple yet complex pleasure
The likes of which I'll never tire

                                       Nicholas Hanna