A letter arrives which you eagerly answer. But the sender needs no reply. So you turn the words you have written. And you burn them on the other side.
Love Letter to the Universe
I was going to write this letter a century ago,
but I wasn’t born yet, so I didn’t. I had to wait instead.
Finally, when my impatience got the best of me,
I was born, only to realize I was approximately
one million letters behind.
I’ve been writing letters ever since,
just to clear a path to this one.
Picture me blowing on some dandelion fluff:
that’s the moment I’m trying to describe.
Now it’s night; the dandelions have eyes.
Songs and Letters, July 21, 2007
Categories: Songs and Letters