26 August 2012
I threw the message out to sea,
Waiting for a return.
I watched the bottle float away,
The waves making it turn.
A message in a bottle,
The sailor would say,
When he saw it in the night,
Or maybe in the day.
The sun setting behind it,
Turning it golden.
The sailor making it wonderful.
The message he was holdin'.
The salt he would feel in the air,
The breeze flowing through his air.
I am here for you,
He would reply.
He pulled the trigger,
The flair went through the sky.
I was here,
Waiting to be saved.
Bopping up and down,
I waved.
To the sailor who would save me from these waves.
The Golden Message • Opuss № I