Love letter # 150

In another world, my love…we still swirl in golden light.

And in another sky we still soar, up on the updrafts, where all the little details melt to feeling.

There is a place where you and I are king and queen – and there we walk barefoot, living on air and sunlight, needing nothing more.

We may well be done and dusted on this grubby planet – count the stupid reasons – but deep beneath my ribs a study beat still rattles the cage, the rhythm defiant. For even though the dancers have departed the room still echoes with beautiful songs.

Yes, we frayed all the edges, but who remembers nicks and cuts?

In this imperfect world, my love…I remember you.