Bottled Up Love

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.

A letter for my love
floats with a wave
tied to a deep blue sea
the ink still wet
from my last regret
as I lay drunk
with endless time
a bottle of elders wine
now plays the vessel
of my last request
something like
wishing you the best
upon the horizon
where the sea meets the sky
I see my wish
swimming with the fish
but the dream it stays afloat
in a message sublime
sailing high
and drifting dry
unbound by time
Poetic Past v.27 / ca.2003
-Be Love-

Monsters Of Folk / “Ahead Of The Curve”



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