A Bottle of Memories

Conjured up still
that memory of old
more precious than beaten gold
Stored like fragrence
hidden within
a little bottle
with a golden rim

Youth can fade
time can fly
happiness skitter away
a playful butterfly
But the bottle
will lie there still
prism shaped
with a golden rim

Emotions buried
past forgot
future distant
present nought
Memories stored
like Elixer of old
within a bottle
with a rim of gold

Wine in the cellar
eternal wait
a time to remeber
a time of debate
Open the bottle
let the scent spill
fragrence of memory
pent up within...

Ontop the dresser, the bottle reposed
A tiny glass prism with a golden rim.