Note in a Bottle

All Washed Up

By: Charles Giuliano - Dec 02, 2017

Note in a Bottle

Washed up on a beach
Sands of time and tide
Note in a bottle
Marooned by desolate space
Scribbled message
To an unknown reader
Neither friend nor family
Perfect stranger
Lonely ranger
Words as silver bullets
Piercing the void  
Now or when
Decades hence
Perhaps centuries
You are curious
What was back then
Probing the motive
Book sitting a shelf
Library anywhere
Possibly a yard sale
Or plucked from the trash
Stumbled upon
Sublime serendipity
These words so intense
Surviving my mortality
Connecting now to you
Who I never knew
But loved dearly
Object of this verse
However muddled
Utterly perverse
Strange and terse
Reduced to an essence
Ashes and dust
Burnt offering
Tossed in the wind