The vineyards roll down these luscious slopes
Row upon manicured row of false hopes
Hail this domain, my life to sustain
Whilst sunset falls and off the dreamer lopes
‘Lost in thought’ seems such a common refrain
As farmers plough their routes up the lane
It hangs on the vine, this nectar devine
Usurping nature across this plain
And what does it bring me , this thirst of mine?
What does it bring you this thirst of thine?
Illusion of relief, cruel and brief
Release of Dionysian design
Dijon, May 2017