Destiny

 

 

                                               After dancing and

A drink or two or three, 

They walked in soft darkness 

Towards the beach, 

Whose siren call reached out to them. 

And barefoot, walked on moon dappled sand 

And sat with red cups in hand 

And gazed at la luna, 

Whose iridescence lit darkened waters 

With a path of golden sparkles. 

And wanting to put a message 

In an emptied bottle, 

He wrote about 

Hope & destiny, 

And rolled that message back in 

And threw the bottle out on that 

Radiant water 

And watched it float away.