4/23/99 - James N. Markels
When bards put quill to scroll
to bridge the miles between hearts
.....as they unfold,
What hardship must then have been
the daunting task of waiting
through the season's slow turn
for word from the distant Angel.
Today, souvenirs of you
are arranged before me:
Your scent on a letter
.....words on a page
.....smile from a picture
.....candles in need of flame,
Sent along from you
to meet a growing need
for shelter from the deep
.....ointment for the pains
.....sharing in release
.....and doubling of our strength.
How long I'd wait for word
.....as long as it comes from you?
How many times I'd call your phone
.....so long as I hear from you?
Our distance urged a greater closeness
as Lover's intimacy is held tightly
.....in time-measured rein.
But know always that I still write for you
and soon shall send it
.....-- with a kiss --
..........on its way.