My First Love Letter – To An Unknown Maiden
My Dear Lady of Star-Crossed Quantum Entanglement,
You break my heart. I don’t know why we have connected. But, we have. Perhaps our interest in each other has more to do with the forbidden aspects of our interactions than with any other reality if no said barriers existed. I cannot know any differently though because they do.
My carnivorous instinct is to shred your clothing to bits and ravage your body, yet somehow I’m not even most interested in that process or outcome within the realm of your specific particularities. I’ve already known many undersides of the carriage and will testify to however different each carriage may physically be that each ride is always made most comfortable dependent upon its driver. A ride in late autumn with sun soaked leaves falling upon a quiet road in the silence of still air touches the most tender of hearts, but connects with my core only if it is somehow cosmically ordained beyond the pleasantry of that specific temporal romantic condition.
And oh… do I long to ride deep within your carriage treading slowly far along a less worn path just as the sun crests at its golden hour upon evenings’ take.
I am a patient man. Life is a process of seasons designed to teach its most humble beings rhythmic lessons. For every winter there is a summer. For every fall there is a spring. For every patient man there is an unknowable prize. There are unknowable reasons for unknowable connections, which lead to forbidden fortresses in kingdoms that require great distances to reach. Great distances only a patient man can travel.
As I sit and stare upon my reflection in the small puddle, which encircles the reality of my surf-titude, I recognize the vibration in the water sent transcendently from the balcony of your crisp October breath. I hear you without a hint of the most discreet Latin word. I see you without a glimpse into the window of your vail. I smell you as clear as the most poignant spring rain. I know you as if… as if perhaps, you already have known me.
However, the tragedy of your vibration haunts me. Patient as I may be, I know not the way to your distant shore. It seems directions have always been my Achilles heal and although I accept my status as a lost soul sailing aimlessly with a ship of friends and fools I now seek desperately the compass buried deep within my bow.
As a sailor it is hard to trust in the stars. How can such tiny specks of light and dust guide us to our homes? We must have faith in their infinitely aged patterns and coordinates yet I know not how to interpret their wisdom. I am riding waves desperately seeking your shore.
For now, I raise my signal flag. I declare my longing. I climb the tallest mast pulling my wool cap to my brow and mediate on the idea that as a patient man I will someday be rewarded for my journey into the abyss and back. And I wonder and hope that some affairs may already be cosmically ordained. So, that I may eventually ride with you to understand the power of your lands never again returning to this sea.
Love,
Your man of mirage and mist at sea.