Wine

Wine

There's a meadow hidden deep
within the dark recesses of your mind
where all the happy memories
are stored for you to find
and all the dreams and wishes
you thought you'd left behind
are waiting like buried treasure
stored within the vaults of time
and memories float on gossamer wings
weaving golden threads of thoughts sublime
that dance and frolic on the tongue
and taste of salty tears
and love's sweet wine.