When I was younger, I remember wanting to write my own bottled messages and to toss them into the lake from the dock or ferry. The sea and all it possesses has forever fascinated me.
MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
A bottled message once unspoken
Found its way onto the shore.
Its dungeon cell was broken
And the bolt fell from the door.
And the waves of deep emotion
Poured out freely from the cap
As a never ending ocean
Streaming from a constant tap.
And the passion written long ago,
Seeping from the unleashed store,
Gushed about amid the forceful flow –
As a bottle once before.