10/10/2023
My letter to you.......
For an instant, imagine I am just only a piece of paper
until a gentle hand writes upon me,
It perhaps, maybe a letter of love,
then it becomes a precious commodity.
My surface can be written upon, by a Poet, a Scholar, even a Teacher or Model,
Today, I will be folded, molded, or rolled to fit smoothly into a glass bottle.
Very few often, am I tossed overboard out into a cold, swirling sea,
Company includes a cork, some salty air, a whiskey bottle and me,
Oh, how I anticipate the journey I shall float, upon the ocean's anger of colossal waves,
Unknown of my final destination,
I fear nature's fury and her danger she so eagerly craves.
I drift for an endless stormy of days, with long calm dark nights,
Waiting for what lies over the horizon, the next wave, the sun’s lights.
At the moment, I’m staring pointlessly at the abundance of stars array,
I know not, for whom these words are written for,
For the time being I shall remain dry and hope someone shall read me, and tell me what I say.
For In the distance, I see the lights of passing ocean liners
traveling up the coast, perhaps to the Carolinas.
Sunrise as made it presence known and,
the ocean's waters, deems itself warm and clear,
I feel anxiously curious to know my recipient,
But as time passes, the chance of it lessens, I desperately fear.
I haves come to rest upon a beach of crystallized sand,
I now patiently wait for someone to discover,
A hand written page, imprisoned in a bottle, intended for someones lover.
If you shall find us upon the rolling rocks of this hurling wild sea,
Please deliver us from its peril, to it’s rightfully owner……..this here glass whiskey bottle, some salty air, and me.
An original poem
by David Candelaria
