The secrets of the universe sheathed in glass, shielded from prying eyes.
Her small fingers wrap longingly around the delicate bottle, cradling it gently to her chest.
She knows that once she lets the world inside, there can be no return to the ecstasy of her unconscious imaginings.
Only the rugged cork guards the tantalizing mystery, preserving the magic inside.
The possibilities are endless and she entertains them all.
Azure waters creeping softly onto snow-white sand banks,
Embracing the desolate shore with foam tipped fingers.
Perhaps it contains a tattered map; a trail to rubies and luminous pearls,
Hidden long ago by breathless visitors.
A forgotten island, where stars sparkle brighter than gemstones ever could.
Maybe it is a letter from a stranger to his estranged lover.
Words that caress and soothe her troubled heart, that still beats for him.
Silken whispers of her radiant eyes and lustrous hair,
And how they enrapture him.
Promises of eternity, and a plea to meet, that never found her.
How long did he wait for her among the wildflowers?
Neither of these seem quite fitting to her.
A beloved recipe then?
A legacy from another lifetime, a window to a war-torn world of hardship.
Passed down from a silver haired grandmother with a knowing smile.
The gift that will be appreciated only after she has left this world behind;
A note scrawled in the margin that the secret ingredient
Is always a dash of love.
She can wait no longer.
She releases the genie from the bottle.
The soft note flutters in the ocean breeze, a sailboat on the wind of life
And the secret of the sea shows itself in all its beauty.
“Everything you can imagine is real.”
She nods, serenely, eyes glistening with blissful tears.
She knows what to do.
She starts to wade into the furious ocean, and lets the waves crash over her
Trusting in the possibilities unknown,
that live in all of us.
Photos: Susanne Nilsson/flickr
First published on EJ here.