Tried to tell you within the whispers of drifting clouds

the hidden meanings of these missives that I still dream aloud

wild rambling man pinned by the falling earth’s last stone

surrounded by the numbered others but yet never so alone

reaching sunsets as inky as the drop from your own pen

singing across the inner spaces of some remember when

splitting some wood heart of a tree grown tall inside of me

I wrestle with grounded eagles and the truth of being free

embracing huddled darkness where a space remains of you

tangling facts and fiction to remind me what is true

that it matters not the photo, the time, the year, the age

but how the light inside you makes my restless soul engage

sheets of cloth and paper wrap tight over these long distance lines

nestled there between their fragility is where our love entwines

and though each time I say my prayers to always do what’s right

how can I deny that every inch of me calls out for you at night?

If only I could stop myself from loving you so much

If only I could stop how much I crave your tender touch

only then maybe these missives would come so far apart

only then from these dreams of you would my yearning soul depart