Neither Night Nor Day

I want to hold you so that night and day can't find their way through. I want to write letters that were meant to be read only by you. I want to write you words that may find a life, but I don't know how far I can go, how much I can write. After all, there is a life, and there is a life.

Each word you read from me carries a thousand loves, each sentence carries a thousand more. Each time I sit to write to you, I need to get my conscious unconscious and my unconscious into a conscious state so that what I write is not burning down a heart or a house.

I love you. I don't know if there are other words that can carry as much meaning. I loved you when I stood with my toes freezing in the telephone booth twenty years ago, calling you oceans away, and I love you today, still oceans away. If there was such a thing as a parallel universe where life was what we wrote down, you could see me right now holding you in my arms so that neither night nor day could find their way through.