One Year
The height of folly I had said
to write a letter to -
One who may not welcome it
Or give a jot for you.
To throw it out in cyberspace
And risk his scorn anew?
My heart said yes, my head said no,
I gave my heart its due.
Oh joy on joy an answer came
To my short 'hello there'.
He did recall and wanted more
And even seemed to care.
Tentative first words begin
Before we start to dare
To show our lives, our minds, our selves,
And bits of soul to share.
From this small touch from far away
A friendship's passion grew,
Stirred up from embers of the past
But of a different hue.
Without the flesh, or eye-to-eye,
Or hands, or yet a clue,
We forged ahead dismissing cant
And dreamed a better view.
If God would grant a little space
And just a dot of time
To see again in vital form
Would be a gift sublime.
But if this grant is not to be
And we just write and rhyme,
To touch again this brilliant man
A treasured boon is mine.
I think Rachel is getting very good. Don't you?
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I DO think Rachel is getting good. I enjoyed it very much and her delicious rhyming style! A '10! ' from me! Warm Wishes, Marilyn