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Nov 2020
truth found in those miracles
mysterious yet believable
subtle within a whisper

listen...
can you hear it?

it is there,
but can you see it?

For the wind speaks in many voices
and stands the test of time
staying sealed within this bottle
for some soul to find.

You know it's real.
You KNOW
but do you feel it?

A message in a bottle
the truth we read in red
unable to accept it,
so we toss it out instead.

When will the seal be broken?
Its message spilled over the sands.
The truth impossible to find
while mixed with tiny grains.
But that time has not come yet,
the message floats on.
Forgotten by those who read it.

I write my love in the sand
and wait for the sun
to make infinite bottles.

While digging through life's pretty
I see this crystal glass
And write a muse filled ditty
Remove the top that's brass

If wishes were mere treasures
With notes scribed in ink's flow
I wonder what right measures
Would spin the bottle so

If you should find this bottle
lying washed up by the sea
please give a thought to what'll
be happening to ME!!

Fluidicity was the redefined language
amongst translated lines;
sanctity lingered
upon rivulets of spinning,
wanting nothing
more than to be read with easement of self
thought

A heavy heart,
a broken soul?
Their words stain the page.
A life forlorn;
then a second chance
Though they nearly lost their hold.

lost love I put in a scratch paper,
gently fold and inserted in my old bottle..
slowly it flows down the river,
smile because there's a consequences
and a happy riddle,
will it make it back to shore?
or simply drift into the unknown...?

Illusion spill like granules
of sparkling pyrite
chipped from the mind
instead of the heart

Drifting along on the river of Time
My bottled hopes sail away on the tide
Whilst my memory fades to a day long ago
When you promised to stay by my side


What does it all mean to me?
Something lost in the eyes of a mystery.
It asserts it all once existed.
It confirms that I may yet survive.

Now with patience as your virtue
and a heart so strong to guide
it will wash upon your own shore
with the message still inside

and reading what was placed into
this bottle in your hand
you'll take each step with courage
and spread peace throughout the land.
Patrick Ramsey
Written by
Patrick Ramsey  28/M/Wichita Kansas
(28/M/Wichita Kansas)   
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