©Shers Gallagher 2015
Curtaining the intrigue of living life
that is not cooed by the illusions only youth holds onto,
I allude to the chasing after a moment's bouquet -
the breathing in and breathing out of a bottle opened,
its nectar partaken -
and the drinking in of rainbows and fairy dust.
What sweet relish in its aftertaste
while going deliciously mad in any attempt
to savour the remnants of such a parting glass.