Shannon Hilson Poet Free verse

Message In a Bottle

I washed Your feet in the desert 2000 years ago and You thanked me in a language I
have forgotten that I understand.

I have eaten three pomegranate seeds that have caused me to forget how to see.

I have hidden beneath the wing of a dragon so long that I have forgotten that I am cold.

I am trying to catch happiness with a fish hook even though I know this to be impossible.

The path I walk is paved with broken Scarab's wings and the sun is setting.

I am wondering if I can bring back the Dawn by canceling Springtime.

I don't remember which way it was..... me dreaming Him or Him dreaming me.

I have forgotten what color You told me your eyes would be the next time we met and
because of this, I don't know how to find You again.

Spending millenia seeking a color you have never seen before is the most exhausting
of tasks and requires a faith I no longer possess.

I know not for Whom I write these things, but I know that all of them are true.

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