Bottled up thoughts
like the ones in treasure chests,
like the bottles of ships
in the oceans crests.

Bottled up sand
and bottled up words.
The ocean swallows
what the ocean heard.

Words whispered into the wind
watch the clouds dance
as they flash their furious grin.

Words not listened to
by anything but the sun
and the moon
and the stars
all without a mouth
to comment on your infidelity.