Unwritten Letter

The ink from my quill dry, nothing flows  
the alabaster unsullied parchment pure and pristine
spread under my fingers waiting to be denuded
by memories which have yet to incur  

My thoughts disconnected and disengaged collide  
obliterating a weave of methodically well written script  
of a seductive dance with every step perfected in my mind  
sliding into unknown future unto this unwritten letter  
The laughter of our unborn children with your eyes
and my smile, filling uninhabited spaces of a lake house    
taunting echoes which are merely a minuscule breath  
of ink suspended, eternally frozen in mid-air  
Half full wine glasses strewn on a blanket in luscious
vineyards of Pinot Meunier, warm sun-kissed grapes;
a paradigm of promises sealed with patina
coated memories inside an hour glass of sand  
Whispers trapped inside threads of sheets  
as white as my unsent unwritten letter, emblazoned
with scents of morning dew and you, stretching
fibers of my four chambers sheltering the unspoken truth.  

Written by Vee (Rina)
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