A bottle on a sand
with a message inside
from beyond the land
of the sea and its gulls
A spectre of imagination
when she decorated
the night with her look
a memory now splintered
and mixed with the sand
Of an ancient past
so far away and numb
eyes and wounds
their bitter wine
to fall upon lonely
icy altar
aglow with mist
Here lies engraved
the seal of love
you are,
the love O dear,
wait for me?
This appeal
witnessed by the sea
messenger of hope
to the very soul
Make a whole,
a romance just began
the delightful story,
to come
