Speak to me...

My sweet,

Patiently I wait, I wait for your healing responces to these thoughts which I toss out into the ocean and hope drift off to the shore where you may be.
At times, I dont understand your silence. But I want you to know that such silence only makes our memories grow louder within me. So loud that I feel like all else around me is silent and dead!
Speak to me, share with me your dreams which I can make come true. Confide in me your secrets for I shall carry them with me to my death bed. Speak to me of simple unimportant matters and I shall embrace each word...
Or come to me and speak not with your lips, but with your fingers and eyes which are the window to any mans soul.
Through your eyes I have many times travelled land and sea unknown to any map. These journeys have brought me inner peace and have calmed my troubled spirit many times before. Hmmm, how I long to loose myself in them once more.

With all my love,

J&J