write letters to me, mailed to the waves
scratched bottles filled with swelling words
dusty from waiting for the tide, cleansed in the sea
pleading words, will you wait for me?
I cannot prevent my love from sailing,
his heart belongs to those glistening eyes;
and what I won was given freely to sea
what I treasured was taken freely by the sea
I cannot love the waters as they do,
I cannot feel the way the sailors do
when all of my self has been taken from me
as all storms do.