Message in a Bottle

Your garden was rich in colour, texture, tastes. It became precious; this rare and coveted earth. I ran you through my fingers and sifted out the gold. The jewellry I wear is cast from your molds.

Tarnished, clasp broken, chain tangled - when you fail to answer my call, nothing works. These designs will be forgotten in the expanse of our time.

Certainty is a rain drop, lost in the ocean. The whales know, they sing epitaphs to the future. They never question the depths or the dark.

I am stung with loss. I bury you each day, and shed tears for the parting. Sea shells play your song to anyone who will listen. My dearest phantom, haunt me not, for I held you dear, and loved you deeply. The message in your bottle, is free.