Tide is changing, rain is falling.
Listen closely you'll hear them calling.
From the deepest seaweed green.
She gestures toward a waiting scene.
In his last cold depths of sorrow,
he stumbles on until tomorrow...
A kelpie floating on the shore,
She holds the key to heaven's door.
And placed into this vessel blue.
And thrown into the waves for you.
She sends a message in the form
Of captured image to brave this storm...
Slowly washed onto the beach,
So near his hand, yet out of reach.
And nestled in a strand of rope...
He's found a bottle to give him hope
Offers solace from so far...
Just twenty minutes in speeding car.
And so her words are just enough.
This one shall wait for her soft touch.