Just
old bottles—green, empty and clinking
But
made by investment of hope
Into
brave and glorious fleets
Sparkling vessels on oceans of silver
We
seal up our thoughts like a crew hand selected
And
cast them away with the tide
To
cross the sea of separation
The space
between one and another
We
will see upon whose shore they wash
We
will see the lands they discover
If
indeed there are others out there—somewhere
Or
if the world is just a big empty place
And
if they should lose course or never alight
On that
legendary land called ‘another’
At least
the sea... she will know who we were
And
that we, at one time, were here
