Bottle Left To
selfishly i have held you....stolen i have,
one to many eager hands reaching,
at all costs they drain your contents, spill they care not
reluctantly, finally
to chance the bottle is set too
left to the ebbs and tides of the great wonderer
her treatment kinder then ours i hope
but still i ask-
how will thy travel.....all alone on the great expanse,
yearns-aches this heart not to be with you, beside you
where will you go, what will you see
picture perfect stretches?
or dashed broken, cliff face won
float away slender one, may the light guide thee
may you travel safe-find what you need
find that all elusive nothing-ness
wait i will....you know where...
yearns-aches this heart not to be with you--- thou
i brake, comfort i, in this journey you must take
until thy lands on our shores, until destiny guides thee
i will wait x
poem by Hal Burke
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