Empty Bottle
There she is…
I found her in a bottle
The sound of the ocean
Covered in my dottle
And the wind’s picking up
To blow her away
Ashes will scatter and be lost
I’m afraid…
Cold breezes of winter air
Blow across your long hair
It Smiles like a sunset
And I am like the glare
At the bottom of this bottle,
Blinded not to see
Eyes forever closed
I chase a tired dream
With every breath I breathe
And every night that wakes
I reassure your love
Assuming blinded faith
Digging and clawing
The sand at your feet
But the hole I am digging
Is a grave I’ve made for me
As I reflect upon a time
When my love was known simply
As my present reflection
Like this bottle...
It’s empty