• Some wishes fly over the sea
    which an ethereal being collects
    Having the setting sun and seafoam hair
    a cypress tendril lassos these secrets

    Bleach bones keep from broken hearts
    that some would describe as hope
    Message in bottles somehow survive
    or keep kites aloft at end of thier rope.

    So when saying or writing that I miss you
    it's more like a Cajun craving or onveƩ
    Since it's simply beyond keeping in touch
    filling in what's needed from you and me.