A Bottle

If I could bottle
my thoughts
the ones
stripping down
to the core
the ones
in my Pandora’s Box
those that I fear
those that I adore
thoughts conceived
during the strangest
of mornings
the loveliest
of nights
would they shine like
a millions stars
engulfing life
in lights that span
a universe’s length
or would they dim
what little shine
I strive to keep