Winebound perceptions

(Act One)

*dunno if the shadows are waving
or if the houses are just bending aside
there are no lampshades or candles in the
streets no more
Or maybe yes!
perhaps the early morning wind
is moving them to and fro
[it's quite windy in this place]
- oddly enough,
the tree leaves seem quite still;
must be an optical illusion

(Act Two)
moon hanging up high in the sky
white as white can be,
and a star hanging from it
bouncing from side to side
happily as a child on her mother's lap
maybe it has already played with the house
and the lampposts?

(Act Three)
two glasses still in the air
quite a photographic moment
a snap of time
a smell of timeless scent
delicately highlighted by
the moon gaze
and its twinking little star

(Act Four)
they leave the place slowly
say goodbye to the maître
the chef, the moon,
the house, the star and the lamppost
the glasses have stayed behind
captured in that flash-forward moment
(as opposed to a deriding flashback)
flashy cristal sprinkling glass

they move on, wine still on lips,
arms in arms,
under the windy starry night.