Dawn had broken
Leaves were stricken of their colors
Its time for heading out
The night was stolen
The cars drove aimless lovers
All around the town
The evening moved me
Clouds were baking in an oven
Of pink and red
All those endless rolls of film
Were finally going to my head
Set a course for
The Pacific ocean
Don't stop until you're there
Taste the moist
Salty breath of heaven
The fresh mountain air
I was reading
What felt like an empty cover
No spine no words no joy
I wrote my words
And sealed them in a bottle
Now they sail the world