he put it in the bottle and he threw it out to sea. but the tide would not surrender and it floated to the beach. so the message of apology his love would never see. he walked around that island all shipwrecked and heavy. the scars of early childhood stood showing on the skin. necessary enemy so healing could begin. from the message of apology his heart might soon break free. for now he walks that island all shipwrecked and ready. low beyond horizon lines across the salty sea. a boat without a captain makes its way to some city. he prays that it would sail its course to lover or to kin. and fan a thirst for searching and finding him again. finding him again. finding him again