To the girl
On a
String-trapeze-like rope
Swaying in lull
Tied to an elsewhere -
Where you hang from a nowhere.

I owe you an apology.

This letter has taken
Longer
Than expected.

But
Nicola,




That is your life.

And so,
I trust you will understand.

Now, before you exhale.
I should inform -
That I am
Well aware
You have
Heard this all before.

Perhaps you know already,
How
Sometimes
My stomach turns,
My head spins –
And feet turn inward.

Sometimes I don’t know what to say
And
Sometimes
I say too much…
Of nothing.

Of nothing much at all.

That, during discussions –
All I see at times is:
Black, White, Black
White, Black, White,
Black, White, Black,
White, Black, White,
Black, White, Grey.

But this is,
At the very least -
A
Truthful
Escape.

Now.
Tell me.
What are your thoughts?
Are they with or without hestitation?

Are they of..
Light.
Bright lights?

And
What about them?

They way they keep the city alive…


Oh, Dear Bright Light
I am the city..
I am the….

Thank you.

Words,
We love them.
But
Where are they now?

Oh, over there.

You had me lost.

Until one day,
I met the young lady
Who fell from a star.

Down, down, down
Into the bright illumination
Of street lights.

It’s you.
It’s you.
It’s you.

Where you always wanted to be.
What you always wanted to be -
The darkest sheep.

A deep, sweet ebony.


Again, I’ll ask.
And answer this time.

Tell me.
Is there anything new…
Under the sun?

And –
Secrets.
Do you have any of those?

Mademoiselle?

Well.
We all do.

Isn’t that strange,
That there are things…
Our hearts won’t share.

One day,
Perhaps mine will elope
To Paris.

Perhaps, one day –
They’ll meet yours there.

Little
Pigeon.

So small and uncertain.

Thank you
For reminding me of the marvel.

The marvels.
Of the marvelous –
Out there.

Long stares.

Did you know.
You have
The most

…captivating eyes.

Promises.
Promises.
Promises.
…Promises.

The size of a pupil.

Repetition.
To say –
The same thing over,
And again.

It is thee, I have befriended.

And while, in fact
I am going blind in life –
I can see you are rather wonderful.

It was only today
I saw history passing
And it said hello.

I wanted to disappear.
And break every last rule
I’ve set myself.

And, so –
Found lost once more.

This sailor
Needs salvation.

So, dear second opinion.
Shine those bright city lights on me.

Sigh.

How I digress.

Is there – really – truly -
Hope for a fool?

Should I
Apologise?

I’m sure I have
Already.

Do you
Believe in…

Whatever,
Whatever.

Another try.

Do you ever think…
Of how
The world is at war with itself?

How can one
Feel safe? …Ever?

In a word –

Please.
Never go.

And never
Be left.

Cherish.
Adore.

Hold ones heart
Dear.

Care for.

Love.
Love?

Oh.
Why not…

Are you serious?
Are you serious!

I’m… forgetful.
But -
Grateful too.

Um…
So my point was,
The world is full.
Totally full –
Of meaninglessness.

Bus stops,
Ants,
Death –
Madness.

Things
We will never see
Or know.
Or feel.
Or taste.
Or want.

Or love.

Or understand.

But there’s the thing…
It’s a joy.

The meaningfulness
Could never defeat it’s rival
Those without purpose.
With shape, but of little resolve.

We too.
We too, become a small part of this circular motion
So giant in magnitude –
We would freeze in its shadow.

You are a fraction of all of this,
And so you seem more.

A
True pleasure.
The truest -
To know (of) you.

Foolishness.

All this dancing with words
I’m afraid I’m nearing
The end
Of this letter.

Not much was said.
You said it –
All.

But this is just an ‘afterall’.

A record
Of the fact
That it was once said…

That moonlight waits for noone –

So, for now..

Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Goodnight. X