brokenalice

Time can slip through our hands faster than the most silken sand. It's in these moments of contemplation that I yearn for something more pure than gold on a specified finger or the binding of a common existence. If days expounded into years I wouldn't complain... there would be no disdain for the long hours with you out of my realm of vision. I never understood until now what Romeo meant when he said there is a sweetness to Juliet's absence. I just needed to encounter the right soul for it to all make sense. I want you to hear all those words that were never expressed although at times they are felt to be inadequate. I only hope they fall upon an inviting ear and you realize that each letter to you is like the tip of a frozen 'burg with depths that reach beyond the mind's comprehension. Oh how to ignore the feeling that none of it is good enough to equal how I feel when the light from the morning sun escapes through the blinds and falls across your face. Maybe the best things are left unsaid for to state an emotion is to stunt its emergence. I can finally say with an unwavering voice that all lines I've drawn encompass this moment indefinately...