Letters

 
Alas, my soul
Beckons and
Calls, to your
Depths—

Embrace what I am
For I have
Girded up my
Heart, and with my brave
Inkwell, I
Jot these
Knowing
Letters to you.

My thoughts,
Never before,
Opened to this
Pinnacle—

Quick!
Run with me on
Shores and
Take me
Under your
Vast
Waves, where searchlights of
Xenon lamps, burn away
Years of hurts, restoring my
Zeal to love.