Gifts

Love is a gift...

My gift… adrift… now damp with an old memory

Like a message in a bottle… forever inscribed

And inside… you never opened… how surprised

That you didn't know which key to choose

Amused… by your infinite journey

Astral insight through the night

It's not a dream… every beam is coming apart at the seam

And when the dam breaks… the gift is still drifting

Further out to sea… letting you be 

Alone… in your comfort zone… searching for home 

Yet I see… the gift… left unopened 

Will still be addressed to thee…

Reviews

[Jon Mahaffie]

Unrequited or broken love? Made me genuinely sad. At first I didn't like the line breaks you used, but by the end of the poem, I found them very effective as they give a very theatrical/performance feeling to the piece. Very succinct, clear, and relatable image with the bottle. Normally I'd think the message in the bottle idea would be cliche, but I did not feel that way when reading the piece for some reason, almost as if you breathed new life into the concept :)