Missive to a love that's far away

Let me spin you a yarn of star-crossed love
    woven with spider webs and silvery tears
Let me write you a dream of Eden's delights
    on virgin parchment as pure as snow
        as cold as the winds of the north blow
To make us cling closer before yule log embers' glow
    drunk with our own designs
        pure as victimless crimes
Sail me away on your ship of dreams
    and I will bask in the cold comfort 
        of your constellation's smile
Now knowing all the while
To whatever port I land, I will find you
In every stranger's eye, I will see you
    hearing your laughter in birdsong
        feeling your sorrow in the rain
Laughing out loud despite the pain
True lovers never part
    time cannot mend a heart
        unbroken, though cast like a silver coin
            into the infinite's wishing well.

October 30, 2001