Poem: Time in a Bottle

(A 7-7-7 syllable poem)

I held the dusk in glass,
Moments I prayed would last—
Too quick they slip, too fast.

Each breath, a fading flame,
Old hours with no name,
Yet none return the same.

Time whispers through the lid,
Of things I thought I did—
Of truths, my heart once hid.

If I could keep the day,
And lock it far away,
I’d beg it not to stray.

Memories softly burn,
Like tides that never turn,
With lessons hard to learn.

The bottle chills my hands,
Filled with life’s shifting sands,
Like dreams that time remands.

I’d trade the stars and sea,
To hold what used to be—
One hour, just you and me.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God. Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie