clouds
like
white
fluffy spires
dotting
an azure canvas
that wears off
into milky haze
at its far edges
toward the

distant

coast

of

Africa

      * *

Where these words shall find you i don't know
maybe at some  far flung adventure.
I am worried cause you weren't entirely honest
at your last call. Maybe you have grown to long
in secrets and you have become over reliant on them.
All has not gone well with me i've been low and lonely
unwilling to welcome a new day, some sort of lethargy
sunking into my own sadness. I feel the absence of love
it's like cutting void. If i believed in God i would pray.
Perhaps this is what troubles me, i have lost hope or it
has left me and now i stand alone without love that i
have always depended. I am so tired that even fear of
what may come at the future does not affect me.
Old fears have echoed to silence and self confidence rises
for something yet remains. I remain...
So i sign off with hope now and as ever with love for
something new.
The bells might still tolling and flags at half mast
your world in tears, but you are the only one who hears
them who sees them for my heart beats with happy stars.
Let all be well. Goodbye.