A single letter is as naked and vulnerable as the virgin white page

The thrust of sentiment comes from the streams that forge the channel

Could it be the start of lover’s dreams to slip letters between sheets?

Letters link warming thoughts to sentiment received and understood

Messages replenish veins of emotion once thought dry, adding power

Racing imagery floods deltas on the barren landscape on which I write

Can this bridge of emotions cross to distant shore, nurture raw sensations?

Could seeds fertilised on fertile soil blossom into an unsullied rose?

A sea meant to be crossed by this vessel of words sails for yonder shore

One fears this construction may founder and perish on the rocks of reality

Yes to pour sensations from a heart threatens a jagged moment of risks

Sirens sound, yet deafness befalls a fools ear, his plundered soul lost, devoured

To reach out in this world for your moment of happiness is a must

For that hand to be held by her, with such tenderness, starts with a single letter

© Phil Golding 28thDecember 2007