Letter To A Friend And why would I write to you? Perhaps to tell you the way it was, the way it is, the way it has to be. I'm thinking back now, to a fondly remembered encounter, to a moment when our paths crossed and changed our lives forever.
What was it then, what is it now, that holds us ever bonded to one another in life, in love, harmony and death. Why do you say the words I only think, words held in reverence and never uttered verbally, yet I hear them spoken by you? Words borrowed from thoughts that somehow find their way to your heart then gifted back to me.
Why would I write to you? When I know that as I write, so you feel, see and hear. I feel you so close now, I trace your face with a finger, and see myself reflected in your very soul.
Why would I write to you? When distance plays no part in our existence on this plane, and physical separation only serves as a reminder of our mortality. And, in truth, I have no fear of mortality. My only fear is of travelling this path without you.
And yet, I am not without you, nor ever will be, for you are loved by me, and as such you will always be close, and I will never travel alone.
In love and light,
A friend.
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