we tried to capture time in a bottle,
thought we could rake up all our past lives,
practice some secret spell
to only keep the parts we liked
in a sad attempt to avert change
we thought, maybe, just maybe
we could tilt the scales in our favor
but life doesn’t work that way
you cannot cage a hurricane
anymore than you can stop leaves from falling
the color red will never be grass green,
and you and me,
we were definitely
bright, screaming, danger ahead red
we keep waiting for the moon to return
to a land that only knows the sun’s fire,
and we were already made to burn
we want so much
to be the moonglade on dark waters
but we are the storm trapped inside the blaze
and you just cannot contain that
-ashley jane