a glimmer

beneath
this stretch of emerald
sea,
unspoken
vows
and pleas reside
in bottles
corked and tossed
over waves,
past the sand,
over a ships
side.
they roll along
the bottom,
leaking
no secrets, getting
no response,
but some, some float,
some find a way into
the hands
of an open heart,
an open mind,
so there is, despite
all doubts,
a glimmer of
hope.