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31
May
My
Dearest Lady:
Last
month I moved to Scottsdale, Arizona, to work and await the fall,
when I shall return to the road.
I have been making more log entries, recounting in more
detail, the days of November and December, 2000.
A lot happened in those days that I never had a chance to
write down.
But
there is more that I want to tell you.
More than I can say in my entries for fear that others might
not understand the wordless events that have lead me to this day, to
this moment.
How
long has it been since we were together last?
The Moon rises and falls with the tides, and my heart follows
. . . again . . . and again . . . and again, and I wonder when I
will gaze once more into your eyes.
In
my dreams, or when I close my eyes, I see you.
You have the features of a king's daughter.
Your laughter drifts like incense through the evening air;
your eyes are Love's only flower.
I
hear you, sometimes, in crowds. And I see you, sometimes, in the faces of strangers.
But always, their eyes give them away; I have not found you
yet.
I
have felt for a long time that I would meet you on this adventure.
That this journey would set into motion the events that would
bring us together again.
So
now I wait.
Hope.
That single word comforts me as I sleep.
When.
That single word aches in my heart.
Forever
yours, I remain halfway to nowhere . . .
Robert
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