Once upon a time
before the taste of salt water
had flooded her mouth
before she had lost the compass
and learned to route that stars,
before he had ink
and found his voice to sing
There had been two;
Two beings so in love
the gods greened with envy.
Two,
whom before ever knowing
the other
had paved paths
To each other
Time and time again,
no matters what obstacles
were set.
The gods
so enraged
by this impenetrable
work of Venus
set to assure
the two would
never again be
As one.
And so the story goes,
the master god of war,
and the god of mania
conjured the plot,
to leave both lovers
alone
and distraught
cursing each other,
intent for the two
to destroy themselves.
Alas, noble war
was fabricated
and waged.
the hero,
lost
in sands of time
And madness descended
upon them both.
As a decade neared
of separation
with the heroine,
Left behind to wonder,
and unraveling still,
forced
To believe
Her beloved lost
For always.
Until one day,
she found a bottle
on beach sand
unbroken, shipped
by ocean waves,
A letter contained within
Heralding the message,
“and so…”
And so, she knew, he was,
still.
His bottled message
moved mountains,
as words he sang were read
By the only eyes
that would understand.
And to her guardian,
shining,
She too
penned a message,
and posted it
upon her front door
His song
Finds its way to her
and she
Sings along…
Without skill
or preparation,
with only maybe,
Somehow, somewhere
And someday
She set out,
to port,
cast off
and by life raft,
out to sea.
