so, as these roots arch their thin threads into soft ground; morning streams into existence. awakened only by uncertain melodies, the sea breeze carries from across wide, salty oceans. the song of the sea; is a murmur – like words slipping through pursed lips. at times, they slide on knowingly, into another world; without ever being heard. many tunes, have been lost at sea; some find themselves between loose holes, in sunken ships. while others, catch unto the underside of a deeper blue – in search of floating glass bottles. in hope and violent desperation, that these bottles rusty from salt, will carry their song to sailors, sirens; land.