i see your feet
like little ships
sailing with the wind
anchored here
but sails still taut
escaping to the sea

strip not your sails
rip not the anchor
from the deep breadths
of the turquoise sea
for in your travels
surely you'll find
a wave you cannot sail
and lost will you be
in the sea of your own choosing
the rescue ships sent to seek
the promise from your lips

send the bottle
send your sails
back to flourishing shores