On this fateful night in January,
The wind sings a melody that runs
Through every inch, from head to toe
The ocean joins the choir, going up an octave
Blending with the voices of rustling
Coconut palm tree harmonies
A beautiful nostalgic symphony
The beach drowns me under its music
I sat in a rattan lounge chair
Eyes meeting a freckled sky
I had missed the night’s freckles
Spread across its vast emptiness
I’ve known empty like I know myself
But did I know emptiness itself?
I sat with my sister under the stars
Spilling our dreams for the future
As far as the twinkling lights
And the blue ocean meets the sand
Singing praises and promises to the wind
Messages in bottles only make it to shore
Never further, trapped between the sand
Company to washed up shells and hermit crabs
The wind whispers to me, “Who?”
She asks “Who do you want to be?”
I could only reply in a sigh
She invades every part of my soul
My hair blows in my face, recognizing its presence
Unanswered questions tied in twine
Locked in a bottle and thrown into the sea
Will the wind lead it home
Or leave it floating in the night
Left waiting, wandering?
I sing praises to the wind,
Hoping she answers
The message in the bottle
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