Letters III: Dear beloved,

Sorry, but I couldn't afford to be seen as such,
A naked thought, a wish spoken out loud.

I didn't want be uncovered so easily,
Like a rhetorical question, barely heard.

Not when I could have been the world outside
Revealed in the windows of a moving train,

In light and movement i might have been infinite,
Attached to memory, undistinguished, something beautiful.

I wanted to appear slow, like headlights in dense fog,
Like yellow hands reaching down an open road,

An ethereal gesture, a ghost in the distance;
Alien and familiar - a paradox.

Transfigured, I'd have been formless,
Free from this skeletal wreck

Like smoke, an arid fog hovering overhead,
Adrift in the vacant city... belonging to the wind.

I am an unanswered question,
By you I am made real,

Held tight within your memory I will be
Timeless, beautiful, free from human pain.

Only as a thought can I become shapeless,
Bound only by your imagination.

In you I am repeated, reinvented, re-imagined,
Unrestrained, undistinguished, something beautiful.