The wine cellar

Memories lay under dust in shaded coolness kept 

An aged patina crust covers both joy and sorrow wept

Growing cobwebs of the mind hold bottled recollections

Vintage emotions confined in dark vessels preventing reflections

An unexpected knock at the door, an uninvited guest

Uncorked, it breaths ready to pour, the past undressed

A goblet full of years with intoxicating taste

Fermented juice of tears poured dregs turned to waste