Time In A Bottle

Old man Joe, from down the road
Made homemade wine in glass bottles,
And one night Ryan brought one to me,
Said: "This is the best you'll ever taste."
I took a swig as he looked me in the eyes,
Taking a deep breath he grabbed my hand,
"I love you babe," is what he said.
The stars were glowing bright that night,
Under the dark Alberta sky,
And his heart was beating against mine,
When I turned to him and smiled,
And I admitted: "I fell head over heels
The first time your eyes met mine,"
And a tear fell down and hit his arm,
As he laughed and took my face in his palms,
Our lips lightly colliding with the moon
Dancing across our cheeks.
And walking down this winding road,
I come to a sign as I stop and read:
"For the best wine in a thousand miles,
Turn left, for Montana, turn right."
And I flash a smile up to the glowing sun,
As I take the road I've been down before,
Coming up to Joe's old farm I look around,
Feeling his hands holding onto my face still,
And Joe walks up and asks me the kind,
Thinking back to that day I smile and say:
"Strawberry please, and make it have dust."
So he reached to the back of the cupboard,
Pulled out a bottle from '97 and said:
"The last time I sold one of these was ten years ago."
With tears in my eyes I handed him the money,
And continued on my way.
As I kicked up dirt beneath my shoes,
I took a swig, and looked up to the sky,
Smiling up at him as I walked on my way,
Down this old winding dirt road,
Traveling alone with my heart in pieces,
Shattered into strawberry wine,
Lost within the time in a bottle.

-Jenna Elphick
June 7, 2007