Distance has forced me to write this note,
With no picture of how you will
react to the words i say...

Binding the souls of coupled unity,
In ink, memories are painted to
create images of shadowed thought.

When the bitter salt I taste drips
to the core of my heart,
atteries burst when I think
hard and long about you.

The pillow that rests the head
of a troubled soul
swallows the thought
as feathers fly in harmony to
reunite with your spirit...

Wherever you are..

--End--