Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2017
I put my dream list and prays into a glass bottle. The green vessel captured the sun transmuting into facets of beauty.  I stood firmly and with a swinging hand tossed it into oceans current. I watched as it moved sideways. I watched it merge in breeze hoping it would get into sacred hands.

I felt the energy as wind carried it outward. The bottle twisted and turned bobbing up and down gracefully. I watched through binocular lenses strong. I watched as eyes widened inside an amazing sight.

It was a gentle cloud fairies hand picking container up in the mist. In passing moment bottle and hand disappeared. Vanished into an angel cloud, as I drifted below rainbow sky.

StarBG © 2017
just thinking about a bottle drifting with a message inside and this poem was born
Star BG
Written by
Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
223
     Weeping willow and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems