Ships in Bottles

It’s a mystery to all seafarers,
of just how she got inside.
But now this ship within a bottle,
must find a safe place to hide. 

She rocks and rolls upon waters,
she cannot touch, nor can she abide.
She is at home alone, where no waves will flow;
No moon and no ebb tide.

Like a fish left out of water;
Like a bird without the air.
She now begins to wonder,
just how did she get there? 

Was it a cruel quirk of nature,
that put her in this place?
With winds her sails cannot feel,
and ocean spray she cannot taste. 

No course correction, nor need for reflection,
for this wayward vessel to sail.
For the conditions are never changing,
within her crystal jail. 

No new horizons or even green water,
to wash across her bow.
No stars at night, just this endless fight,
She asks, “How much will this bottle allow?” 

Then pulled from the sand, by a small child’s hand,
she’s a treasure for a young boy to see.
As he shatters the bottle with his special stone,
and sets his new friend free. 

Now there are tales of avarice and conquest;
Of great victories at war.
And the ships that sail through struggle and strife,
building wealth that nations will store. 

But they are worthless trivialities,
for the Child King of One Kind Deed.
You see these are the dreams of all those Ships
In bottles with Special Needs.