...and he wrote poems with an indelible ink

yet the paper  
he chose    
an invisible one    
   
nothing hidden    
yet nothing seen    
   
written and gone    
in sands between    
the waves    
he saves    
his poems    
at sea    
   
they carry them deep    
forever's to keep    
   
and he is happy    
that way    
   
poetry    
not always    
for the audience    
   
some messages    
are better off    
in perpetual journey    
beneath the earth    
in the air    
or at  
sea