I put down my dreams on scrolls
From my heart and of my soul
Wax of scented sweet candles
Pretty script and witty poems
Tie them up in tiny rolls
Push them into pink bottles
Throw them to the sea and hope
To my sailor they will float
Wash ashore beside his boat
End up in his captain coat
He will read all that I wrote
Magic and calligraphy
This is how I speak my piece
Love and oceanography
All my dreams come back to me
