Bobbing up and down
amidst the sloshing waves,
the bottle floats on
carrying a message inside.

Hailing from forgotten hands
Searching for unknown lands
Its fate at the mercies of the deep,
ferrying voices from across the Sleep.

Under the sun and the moon,
Through rains and storms,
tossing and turning it travels
fearing every reef and rock

lest they should stop it
while life flows on past it.
Fearing lest it be broken
and the voices perish unspoken.

Not knowing if it will ever be picked up,
not knowing by whom,
little knowing that the one it seeks
had lain down his head in death's lap.

Wasted hopes now it bears,
inane memories and cares..
Without purpose,wandering..
In lifeless seas,ever drifting.