Hello my dearest love,
The moon fell upon my hair and reflected off a light
only visible by You.
If in this life the light fails to reach the center of your
black velvet pupils
remember that my wait is perpetual, my darling.
I have no doubt that you will come.
Fly to me when our incorporeal selves are liberated in a
world of warm snow
and cotton stars
and emphatic love.
I love you.