I wonder if this love letter
could ever reach you?

Time spans out in curtains
of the future, veils of the past.

And yet... and yet...
this love transcends time or space.
If only to touch your face,
if only to kiss your slightly
parted lips, if only
to breathe you in.

If only... if only...
I could dance into your arms
that you hold out to enfold, embrace.
I would sing of an aeon,
a medallion of eternity
that sears its imprint upon my heart.

Your photograph burns
like a flame into my memory.

Your uniform of Civil War blue
catches my eye
with its gold braid trim
adorning the sides
of your neatly creased pants.
Sword hanging down,
your hat just slightly askew.

I wonder if this love letter
could ever reach you?

And yet... and yet...
my hope burns eternal
that my love for you transcends
all of the many galaxies of time.