To you.
(...because you found it...)
I am lost upon a desert isle.
(Long captivated, has its verdant beauty held me.)
But it is a hideous place without thee.
I beg of you; please rescue me!
Creeping madness, I fear may come,
Long before my salvation...
Wait, I hear a fife!
Could it be that my deliverance is at hand this night?
(Thanks to the lone wand'ring of a sailing ship?)
Could it be that I will know thy love again?
For I would be joyous to leave this lonely land.
(Far, far behind me.)
Oh, sweet joy, thy ship in sight!
'Tis on the horizon, above the days sunlight.
May they search well the broad and shimmering bay!
Bright light, high sun and, how does one say…
But wait… how will they be able to spy me?
(The chances are nay...)
Yet yonder ship, wing'd with sail, is approaching at speed!
Oh, sweet salvation, how long have I sought thee!
And if this day should send them to me,
My self could return to a happier reality.
I can see the passengers now;
One woman, one child - standing at the bow.
They are searching for some…thing.
(Could I possibly be that some…one?
I wave and they wave back!
It's true! It is true.
I will leave now all these things that were alone with me;
(My only connection to solitary humanity.)
But whilst I'd wish to leave this desert isle,
It was my home for a long, long while.
About an age, if I remember right.
(On the sand I laid and spent the empty nights.
Staring up at a sky filled with diamonds and stars…
So, I'm coming home, away from here, far.
The ship is closing now;
Oh'ma'gosh, is that my child?
(Yes, it is he!)
What sweet, sweet irony!
That my rescuers should be my loved ones!
The only woman I have truly loved; my son, my son!
I've been found by my wand'red lost loves!
And now, now I hear, she is calling my name!
She cries out "Metta" and I cry out the same.
And as the ship anchors in the shallow sea,
I run to her; as she reaches to me.
(Our boy shouts Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!)
After hoisting anchor, I exult in their warm embrace.
That she will never leave me again!
Her touch renews my heart while holding my hand...
Sadly I must end my message.
And now seal (my bottle)
A miraculous rescue this, I think you'd agree.
May this message give us hope on the boundless sea.
And so, as we voyage home,
I shall drop this Message In A Bottle...
To float to thee upon the foam.
When sailing the depths towards our home.
(With high hopes that my loving words will reach you…
“… From the moment we are born, we are shipwrecked
– struggling between Hope and Despair …”
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