31 days in MAY

Empty glass bottle in a sea full of moonlight

Now it's empty,
How do I fill?
With caution it's been through things;

Floating,
Not trying to drawn,
One day it will have a crown;

Waves high and low,
New journey here we go,
Under the bridge,
Down, to see a rainbow,
Back around a close curve,

Yawn,
To Dawn,
Flow up to the sun,

Roll deep,
But have on no property sleep,
World sleeps on nobody,

Walls creep,
We go steep,
Flex low,
But bounce up,
Trying not to let known,

Probably someone has told,
Lost and found can't hold,
Not everything is gold,
But you're precious one,
Rare but found,

Loving from moonlight,
Would be a short story that was never meant to grow

~V