By kevin urenda
Date: 4 March 1999

In a Bottle

What is in my heart
is not a note in some bottle
waiting to wash up on your shore.
Not even a hundred million 
bottles could ever hope to 
hold in what my heart does.

But I still feel as if the 
ocean between us
is often too far
too deep and too cold
and I have no way to
get across it
no way to wash up on your beach...

2/17/99