Posted by azngeek at August 5th, 2007

Letters

The words make me endlessly happy,
It’s so wonderful,
To press to my heart,
the paper which my eyes
once so lovingly beheld.

O the wonder.

O the awe.

O the silence.

As the mind wanders,
The lights of imagination,
flickers an old silent film,
of those dainty hands
charmingly gliding back
and forth across the
pointed four corners.

Charming are your letters.

A little more of my psychobabble.

Azngeek