Lost at Sea Beyond Antarctica
Note in a Bottle

Upon the sea I did cast my thoughts to work the ship of sailors lost,
a magic spell to loosen the sails forbidden path of Narwhal Whales.
The Mermaid flaps her fins of pain to harp the sound of windmill
reigns, to tread the murky skies of storms and guide the ores to
lighthouse warmth.

Roy Johnson

music by Fionnuala Sherry, Rolf Lovland  
title: Secret Garden