Life in a Jar

Life in a Jar I’d like to find a special jar To put aside some life, A jar that keeps both face and form, And stints the scourge of change. I’d put therein, a rusted leaf, Or summer’s one perhaps, To always have the seasons at The twisting of a wrist. I’d put therein, my true love’s kiss, To always know its taste. And next to that a snapshot of The world within her eyes. I’d also save, encased therein, First cries out to the world; Of lives conceived through gifted love, And feeling newly born. I’d store away the vistas of Grand aspects, earthly borne, And let them burn through fired glass From every lay of land. Then I would not be far from life, From where I cannot see. No, I prefer to keep it fresh For morning’s light, through glass. It’s change that writes the script of life And fleshes out the page. While time is just a numbered pause Without a story told.