Crusoe
Crusoe
My message in a bottle is out there…
The tide changed you see, when I didn’t.
Taking her with it, out into the open and deep.
Deep.
Deep.
Deeper, darkly silken, the current beneath too much.
Burnished by roiling waves; their whispers tempt, as…
She gleams in the sun, a pretty prism/prison, but...
Pulled by silvery promises from the moon, she then...
…then nothing.
I DID NOTHING but watch her…
…drift...
…drift...
…Drift…
Towards the horizon then snapping it.
Unsinkable, nearly free, but beautifully lost.
Washing upon a shore, safe, but… … ... … … …. … … … …distant.
Until whim or stormy weather dislodges my love,
My message in a bottle…
…Keeps her secrets unread.