Letters to a Traveling Friend
from Threshold, pages 15-16
ISBN 1-931002-21-5
First printing, 2002
Second printing, 2003
The warm summer air
trickles across my skin,
while the songbirds' canticle
reflects from tree to tree.
Slowly, I turn my heart to
the magic and send a message
to you.
"How are you feeling?"
Unseen fingers move my thoughts
along a trail of ancient light.
We are connected, (you and I,
bound by transcendent coincidences)
like a Chinese folktale.
I sit quietly, breathing,
in out, in out.
I hear you call, across the ocean.
I feel your soul soar through the skies.
I hear it; your voice that will last forever
with its drifting, lilting laughter.
Yet you are disquiet,
and I am content.
I send you my love
across the firmament,
hoping it will reach you
without interference
while the world spins
continually, and the sun
warms our springdays
as it has always done,
and always will.
I send you the joy of
this day and its warmth
from my heart.
Hurry Home.
Hurry Home.
Hurry Home.