Love Notes In a Bottle

Love Notes in a Bottle It came as a last meandering thought How could I know? Maybe a thousand years from now On a far away shore Would exist a lady of mystical lore Reciting sonnets of medieval tales In magic forests, dreaming of love As I love Who could feel a bond so delicate as a doves feathers A pain so strong, like a tiger wronged That to part would mean emotional low tides to come That she could feel the loneliness of night The scent of the morning dew The feeling of rain upon ones breast The smell of the rose The view of the meadows The Laughter as the children danced The plea of one whose heart bleeds The desires to capture love and yet remain free Her eyes would show her ageless beauty Her smile would hide her thoughts Wrapped deep Inside of old love letters She would sigh As I recited old prose We would hand in hand repose Knowing growing old is how it goes Alas she is but an image in my mind A thousand years till birth Or even more A fantasy, that lets me die in peace That someone could love as I loved thee You were my past, and my eternity Lovers who never took flight Broken wings, and broken borders Boundaries never crossed Kisses though we never lost On every wind swept shore I wander with the birds scouting overhead As wave upon wave of desolation slaps my head A woman is over there by the sea She but a stranger in the mist So not at all is she thee A thousand years from now On wind swept shore Will she be forlorn? Weeping for the likes of me Whispering inside, he was here but a thousand years ago Love letters telling loves desires Inside a bottle and buried in sand Alas is the ocean not made of ancient tears