Love letter # 917

I swear, this evening I felt you. The air was your breath, your fingers. The trees exhaled your scent. It was as though the light had travelled from you, to reach me here, to flood my gaze once more. What lovely shadows it threw. Cast in the shape of everything.

You never left me. Not entirely. In person, yes. So too in immeasurable silence. Yet, from the realm of my senses you did not take leave. Even now you may be conjured, your beauty alive, still overwhelming.     

I swim in it now, almost drowned. Wanting to. So exquisite is it. This sublime annihilation, vanishing the spaces, taking you into me, moving as a wave with you. Whoever gave such a gift as this, I will ever treasure.