I stood along this vast Golden shore
Gritty sand clinging fast to my bare feet
And watched as the grey was set ablaze
By Ra’s tired ole head.
In my hands, a tattered parchment
And a bottle. In my heart, a galaxy.
I scrawled your name and a few bits
Of love on the browned paper, previous
Ink had faded into a hazy mist along
Its shabby edges
My love, made real, by penmanship
Most weak; yet love made strong
By words most dear
Corked and sealed my devotion was
Cast out upon these early morning waters
And left to set sail in Poseidon’s strangled
Currents; I left for home with hope in heart
Knowing full well my defiant note may find you.
You, living no where near the Sea.