I found a message in a bottle,
cracked parchment on the shore,
a brittle note crumbling to dust.
It was written in foreign words
but I recognized the sentiment
and I thought about you, love.
I thought about the oceans between us,
the continents and worlds
the time, the space, the ether,
the chains of luck and fate.
And I wonder if you're a specter,
a phantom made inside my mind,
an elusive effigy of desire
summoned on a lonely winter's eve.
I see the echo of your movement, love,
so I wrote this down to say
I just received your message
and I hope you haven't flown away.