You can’t put time in a bottle


But you can put a bottle in time


Fill it with good and evil


Decorate it with reason and rhyme


What if time broke the bottle?


What if the contents were true?


Would you see a picture or story?


Trapped inside earth’s me and you.


Time is sweeping quickly as waves of age are spent.


Will you be a sweeping memory faded?


Or will you rest in the hands that are bent?


Cradle me sweet time in his story


Pull me through sweet moon with a view


Take me past all the troublesome waters


Back where I began before time in you.