I wish that i could write only poetry to you, but there are times when the magick of poetry just isn't in my fingertips.

It seems i'm in need of a good depression. It's good for the Soul. It makes the Spring even sunnier, and smell even sweeter.

I shed tears lastnight, under the comfort of the blankets, right before my Soul went into the distant dreamlands. Earlier in the evening, i had been going through my e-mail archives. Long ago letters, from you, and from the late leonine, and faraway friends. The labyrinth of my life was illuminated like lightning, then as swiftly, the path was silent and dark.

I am intimidated by this monumental change looming in front of me.

Amative feelings will rise again, but for the moment i am frozen, and hope to drift away, if only for a little while. i have been sober for too long.

My soul has been slumbering. It yawns now, and misses you and the fertile fields of flowers. Butterflies will soon emerge, and i am jealous of their stained-glass wings. Yet, my Soul sings, for i have a new melody to mold into memory on my tongue. I await anxiously and avidly for the future. Please do not disappear from my devotion. Even when our distance expands, still whisper words to the moon for me, and i will smile to you through the twinkling stars.



yours,

ever and anon,

02/18/2004

Posted on 02/21/2004
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