an ocean apart {July 2007}

Sit with me awhile
on this soft sand


Promises
off in the distance
these message-in-a-bottle promises
bobbing up and down, up and down in the ocean, washing
up on the shores of my heart.


I miss the way you shake up this heart of mine, with all of the
promises you send my way, in bottles. All of my shelves
are full of
them.


Your bottles are the first
to hold
promises that are real.


You can make a gloomy day beautiful again,
breeze gentle, warmth soft, skies blue.


here we are, an ocean apart…


waiting for the promises,
hidden inside bobbing bottles,
to wash up on shore.

~ec