We were celebrating, with the best sparkling wine
I did celebrate too…
The escape of the string of bubbles in my flute glass
Trapped in a dark gloomy bottle for years, Ageing to
perfection
and then the wait, until chosen
Just to spilled all over someone, a fountain of foam and
mess
Or to be left in a glass stained with lip color or cigarette
ash.
I did celebrate too…
Their freedom from
darkness
Ready to face a new world, a realization of the power in
them
To entice human emotions- of fantasies, laughter, dreams and
tears
I did celebrate..
So did the bubbles……….
No more Carbon dioxide..Just bubbles of happiness
