Message in a Bottle

I love hope, with its mercurial-Janus cruelty. Tantalus' hunger, a Sisyphean trial, Danaides filling of urns without bottoms - hope is constantly in the sway, a pendulum of the soul, between incredulity and faith. But I always believed, ever persevered, and without doubt there is no rest before the breaking, burning, bleeding burden carried by a heart - by such a heart. 

It was impossible; it's always impossible. Intractable love only makes miracles of divine sacrifice the greater. And how can one submit to half-love, when one has seen the perfect?

Message in a bottle, tied on balloon strings

hope is your wings, take flight 
soar high above, pass over 
everything, my letter-lamb

and land where a heart makes room.

lead the road back home;
remember

if the message is an ocean 

(of hope or love)

where can you put the bottle?

only heaven knows