Across The Fields

I gaze at you across the fields. I at you and you at me.

But frozen we stay, only our frozen breath moves outwards.

Come my Lady come. Queen of They.


Letters to you.

Blank pages full of omnipresent silence. Oh how we could share our journey together you and I. What stories we would tell. What insights we would share. What bonds of love and trust we would build together. But alas. Our pages are blank. Two entities staring one another in the eye. Our gaze held, transfixed with the fear of one should break this gaze we will fall each into their own Abyss. Lost to each other forever. How silly we are. For if we both our trust in our pens, our faith on paper, we would meet somewhere. In a letter.