broken celebrations

times of its quenching are at an end. till Granada amor.

the champagne cup, broken, still holding it. feels like the days of its quenching may be an end. still picture it full to the brim, holding all the joys. looks unwashed, tattered, stingy not wanting to celebrate anything at the moment. hope for my heart to be quenched with love that is never ending, strong, warm. hope to hold that love under rain drops in a meadow to be able to unravel my love and let it out.
 

Author's Note

feelings of "inutil". my love is not of this era i need an antediluvian. my music, my manners, my tastes, are not of this era. i am a 90 year old man stuck in a 30 year old boys body. go Bing, Fats, Duke.

Reviews

[Ana D S M]

Excellent piece again, many can relate to this. :)

[Jamestown]

This is a great piece of work! The last line in this piece I can so much
relate with, wording, flow and message crystal clear! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!