A Golden Message

I threw the message into the sea,

Waiting for a return.

I watched the bottle float away,

The waves making it churn.

A message in a bottle,

The sailor would say,

When he saw it in the night,

Or maybe in the day.

The sun setting behind it,

Turning it golden.

The sailor making it wonderful.

The message he was holdin'

The salt he would feel in the air,

The breeze flowing through his hair.

I am here for you,

He would reply.

He pulled the trigger,

The flare went through the sky.

I was here,

Waiting to be saved.

Bopping up and down,

I waved.

To the sailor who would save me from the waves.