Love Letter, Nights of Whispers To You
December 1944
My Dearest Lindsey:
We have yet to fall in love but over the lonely years I’ve written nights of whispers to you, letters that never expect response for you are like rain on a warm sunny day. I speak to you this night where stars and flames light up the sky for battle never seems to cease. These precious moments where I can speak to you feel like fleeting lifetimes that play out in my thoughts over and over and over again. At least I try to savor them as such. Incessant bombs explode all around me and become the night, each explosion tears me just a little further from you, the whispers become just a little softer and sometimes I wonder if I am a soul lost in a vast sea that spans across all of existence...
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http://www.robertlyon.org/love-letter/
My Dearest Lindsey:
We have yet to fall in love but over the lonely years I’ve written nights of whispers to you, letters that never expect response for you are like rain on a warm sunny day. I speak to you this night where stars and flames light up the sky for battle never seems to cease. These precious moments where I can speak to you feel like fleeting lifetimes that play out in my thoughts over and over and over again. At least I try to savor them as such. Incessant bombs explode all around me and become the night, each explosion tears me just a little further from you, the whispers become just a little softer and sometimes I wonder if I am a soul lost in a vast sea that spans across all of existence...
Read the rest at...
http://www.robertlyon.org/love-letter/