Answer:
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
The shorter I am, the bigger I am. What am I?
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape my crystal cage. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?