There was a message in a bottle
floating on the ocean floor
and I dove into the currents cold
to retrieve the words once more

They were lost in the deep
under a sea of slumber
until I returned to these dreams
as the mystic eye drew me under

There I read the pages
and there I knew what it meant
Wiser than a hundred sages
and yet I forgot what all was said

It was sweet and so profound
and all mysteries were laid bare
Somehow I understood everything
whenever I was there

Waking into a drowning world
I gasped for the air and memory
and quickly wrote what I could
before it slipped away from me

I watched the bottle sinking down
Back to the great abyss
All I retained was a feeling of loss
for some unknown place I miss

Scraps I wrote from the edge
of the deep and great divide
laid on the pages where my ink bled
until their inspiration dried