Bottles.

The prattling of the rain,
The haunting of the mist,
The worries and the pain,
The comfort of your kiss.

The darkness of the night,
The gloom of the skies,
The chronic absence of light,
The warmth of your eyes.

A night without a sound,
A silence that rips,
A scary, soundless hound,
The curve of your lips.

The world is dark,
Shrouded by the harshest clime,
You are my only living spark,
My own bottle of wine.

My time with you flows away,
Like a river running down the hill,
So I fill my bottles with it today,
To drink the elixir of your memories, till my heart goes still.

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In my new project I ask friends for a word and write a poem around it. – “Bottles”