Glass Bottles

I had written long and bright
Letters of love and light
Poems of mirth and sunlight
Songs of joy and birthright
Each tucked carefully into their bottles
Clean and clear, from the milk man dear

I had written long all night
Letters of sorrow and slight
Poems of silence and plight
Songs of death through the night
Each tucked carelessly into their bottles
Dingy and dark, from the man near