My heart is a tired paper bag
trying to hold waves of love
that brush gently at my sides.
I cannot contain any of this
the current always against me
and I'm stranded in the tides.

I'm a glass bottle that's drifting
rudderless, a ship with no direction
and a message inside I can't read.
I want to find my way in the storm
have tranquil waters, golden sands
and someone close, it's all I need.

I'm a desert island crumbling slow
cliffs besieged by harrowing cries
as seabirds mock and dive and nest.
Such company is not what I'm after
and beautiful skies hint at wonders
but all I do is dream to be so blessed.



© .Garry Saunders