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Majestic schooner preserved in a bottle,
a vessel that once sailed the seven seas.
Found on the sands of time at high tide,
a testament to a former year’s technology.
I've been capsized,
By my Cap's size.
For every time I set sail,
Desert my dreams,
Afraid I'll fail.
Dry and barren as the world may seem
i still hold this hope in me
on the outside it may seem
i am dry and grainy
within my soul i am an ocean
Bottled up with all emotion.
Ship in a bottle -
Snow white sands embrace the delicate bottle
with it's stranded ship entombed inside
the sailors languish with no land in site,
no storms to weather and no pirates to fight.
How long before they starve or sink to the bottom?
The sailors rushed around,”A shark!” they cried.
What would be their demise, they must decide?
“A meal's, a meal,” the shark laughed, flashing his pearly whites.
by Alesia Leach © 2018
Sands of time release your hold,
My time nears an end, my body cold.
Trapped in here time long since gone,
Swirling in the waters I am all alone.
Captured by the water's witch I need release,
unbroken is her spell, someone give me peace.
Let me out. Let me go my mind is near insane,
a massive wave tossed once more nothing really gained.
You dropped me on the sand
Like a child's forgotten toy
Because my feelings for you
Are all bottled up inside.
The heavens whisked by.
In silence the golden globe gazed;
a silent witness of our nefarious fate,