Letters From A Foreign Land…the First Autumn Letter Poem by N.K. Trevor

It's over half a decade now,
Still I find your appearance so charming
Whether in dreams or in lost reality
Still my heart is fond with so much loving
You stand at my side here and now
Though in true seating, miles away from here
And thoughts of you wrapping my mind;
I still find you near…

I have loved you with unceasing fondness
Ever since I walked beyond your façade
Through your calmness and vivacity;
The truth inside of you which my soul heard
And perceived as love;
And not love alone,
But the pursuance of some yielding friendship
Far better than an apparent companionship

Yet words are meagre … and they have failed
Even to find solely their- own tongue
Nor walk through the test of fading time-
Nor bid valor to drop whence they hang…
So here, with a burning on my hand
As well as a burning of the same in my heart;
A reflection; of my minds present occupation
Spoken through the distance apart…

I write to you a letter…
An quiet letter; which to you I may not send
For they are made of close, but distant words
Which may mean so little; in their very end…
And I would have sworn you, a banquet of promises
And seal them all, with bosom'd kisses
But kisses them-selves, have they not failed before
In their slim attempt to sling open that reality door?

And if twill mean to put our minds to ease
Then it is of pertinence to know
That even the alien ground across the distant seas
Has affirmed witness to my very knees,
That if it is to wait for another half a decade or more
A similar fondness of you; my heart will recollect-
As if it was only yesterday, we first met…