LJIdol / LPF: Week 12: MacGuffin

I want to be a message in a bottle 

 

Full of mystery 

 

Sent out into the wilderness 

The wild greens and blues

 

Riding the boundless current 

For so long I forget what 

it feels like to touch the earth

 

Until you would delight in finding me 

Plucked from the gentle tide

 

An unexpected surprise

A welcome distraction

 

And a sense of connection 

So fragile you would weep with joy

To read the salt stained words

Tucked inside clouded cerulean 

 

Uncorked 

Unraveled

Liberated

Purified

 

Given sanctuary 

 

Taken to a place 

where you feel happy

 

To be read 

curled up in an armchair

Or at a breakfast table 

between sips of coffee

 

Trying to find the meaning 

The first and final macguffin

 

The pot of gold 

at the end of the  

Mobius-strip rainbow
 

To be spoken about with reverence

The line between philosophy and poetry
To be brought to life in your imagination