A Fantasy
Message in a Bottle
A Fantasy
A barefoot wanderer on the sands of time,
moment to moment, no reason or rhyme,
searching for a message in a bottle along the shoreline,
but pebbles on the beach were all I could find.
Looking for the light of my life, year after year,
I sang along with the music of the spheres,
seeking someone to sing with me as we embark,
two-by-two onto an archetypical ark.
I rowed my small boat…on dry land I planted my feet.
Miracle of miracles, soon we were dancing cheek-to-cheek!
All was bright where once were darkness and strife.
I smiled at you, the light of my life!
From each rising sun to the next rising sun,
on top of the world, under the gun,
or tossed by capricious seas, we’ve had a good run.
We’ve sailed life together, and it’s been fun!
Hand-in-hand on the beach we walk as before;
a message in a bottle washes up on the shore.
With hearts aflutter and chaos of mind,
we uncork the bottle, unsettled by what we find.
With the music of the spheres our hearts are attuned,
but the message in the bottle portends impending doom.
It says, “Tis a short voyage from cradle to tomb.”
We face an epic tidal wave…The end has come so soon!
Copyright© 2021 by Cheryl Batavia
Gulf Coast Poet 