Oceans of Words

Oceans of words
choppy seas
deserted shores,
walked I, while
she waited
in empty halls
staring out
of the windows
of her heart,
My words like
white doves
flying about,entering
her heart, just as she
closed the doors
and windows
on her hope
of finding
a bottle,
containing a note
written by me,
having bobbed about
on oceans of words
and choppy seas
of my solitude..