Message In A Bottle

Above my head; the sky
where the moon goes to nest at midnight
and sunset leaps the void at last
to make a single beam of light
upon the water.

To my right; the sea
where she silently curls up on pillows
of white briny foam
glowing with

To my left; the wall
where barnacles and urchins
cling desperately to the rocks
despite the waves, wind,
and storms.

Below my feet; the sand
where the vibrations of the sea can be felt
and every grain has a story to be told
of others who’ve walked here
before me.

Before my eyes; a shooting star
where the palpable soul of heaven
is a witness to the last breath
of twilight and the first
shivers of dawn.

In my hand; a glass bottle
where I place the shooting star
and launch my wishes that remain
whether in dreams or reality
to be delivered by the sea.

ยฉ Roxi St. Clair

9 thoughts on “Message In A Bottle

  1. Ahh, beautiful. This takes me back to Hawaii where I was stationed in the Navy. I loved nights at Yokohama Beach where the stars were so close I could choose the one I wanted to hold. I often sat on the rocks and lost myself gazing out to sea wondering where I’d be in thirty or forty years. Here I am ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. I lived there several years and going to revisit after the first of the year. It is indeed a lovely place with the stars pulsing and shining down upon the Pacific water at night.

      And….. here we are. All of us. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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