Rock Me On The Water Poem by dino evans

If I penned a note to you, To float upon the sea,
Would it wash up on the shore, or come in view
Where would currents take it, And could it ever be,
That waves would bring my words, of lasting Love to you...

And if you strolled sometime along a lonesome beach,
Would sun make glass reflect your crying eyes,
Could I only hope, that my words could ever reach,
Will 'I love you', make you smile? , or make you cry...

Would the stormy water keep my words away from land,
For years the bottle floats, no hope of more,
To keep my words upon the waves, To never reach the sand,
And keep your heart from knowing, What I'd known, years before...

I imagine that the bottle found, perhaps would let you know,
Feelings I have kept, and not expressed,
Because I have inside my heart, The hope that it would show,
What I want to say, but keep repressed...

The waters that separated, keeping love apart,
Promise not, the bottle far from home,
Of ever seeing lonely eyes, that carry in the heart,
My words so wanted, Never to be shown...

I dropp this note to you and now, I watch it float away,
And disappear on waves, That carry love,
I think, I sit and wonder, Will it ever see the day,
You'll read it, And doing, know the meaning of...

My heart belongs to you my Love, I think it always will,
My soul as well, But trapped in bottled glass,
And far up off the waves, will you lie there sad, and still,
Read my love, And cry there on the grass...

Listen to the ocean, And my words as well to you,
If somehow the message ever reaches land,
Would you see, Or would you look away, love not in view
To lie forever there, Lost in the sand...

And love remain there locked inside, No hope of being read,
By eyes that know the love I've sent to you,
Would we let the setting sun, Believe our love is dead,
Or dawn tell us that all our love is true...

If youth should find you reading, All that I am giving,
Or in old age, you read inside the cries,
A love upon the ocean, May not find the one that's living,
It floats with deep blue waves, And never dies...

I know it's just some paper, A few words scribbled down,
But inside it, is my heart, my soul, my pain,
The bottle, pushed along by winds, And as the world spins 'round,
The message passes by you, Once again...

So look into the golden sun, And watch what waves will send,
Search the water, maybe there you'll see,
An old and yellowed paper, in a bottle that comes in,
Filled with all the love, To you....from me

dean evans 1-26-07