Another Bottled Lullaby
Of Dusk and Stars
A bottle full of words,
lonely lullabies,
and pros of simple searching
I placed, sealed,
in the water
inch by inch, wave by wave
watched it drift by light
of dusk then soon glow of stars
I sat, thought,
prayed you would find
A bottle full of words,
lonely lullabies,
and pros of simple searching
I dreamt, birthed,
in the water -
lay me, my poems,
I hope you find pieces of me.
This salty pigeon,
flying at wind speed,
corked to perfection.
Sailing by moonlit skies,
accompanied by the stars,
and the dusk adds dust
wash it off when it rolls.
Ten years my elder,
finds this washed up poem,
drunken dry.
I need to be found...
Ebolorama
Jonathon