A Message in a Bottle

At night I used to have this dream
'Bout palm trees, sand, and sun.
A perfect life in tropic seas,
and a hammock built for one.

For years I'd see this vision;
Each night it would come back.
But then, one day, I met her...
and the dream did fade to black.

Her eyes are deeper than the ocean,
her voice sings like the breeze.
Her touch is softer than the softest sand
and it brings me to my knees.

Her kiss is sweeter than a mango
or the flowers of the bougainvillea vine.
Her soul is hotter than a volcano
and it is the perfect mate for mine.

I feel like I've been with her for centuries,
since the first wave broke on the shore.
We'll each be the others' forever:
Partners, lovers, friends, and more.

Sure, I'd still like to live in Tropic Saint Some-where,
on a sandy beach, near a harbor blue.
Who knows? Maybe someday we'll get there,
but with a hammock built for two.

--Josh Rose