Love Letter

I left you a love letter
taped to the moon,
words I've spent a lifetime
scribbling in sand,
brushing on autumn leaves,
singing river stones smooth.
I'm told if I just keep
sending them out they will find
you-- the same words
sung in silence by the temple priest,
whispered in the dark by the pharaoh's daughter,
reflected in the eyes of the slave.
Maybe tonight's the night
they will be carried across oceans,
then tomorrow rise into clouds to fall
on your cheek in a drop of rain--
and time will stop
as you look up, remember, and know.
Like a long-forgotten kiss.
Like the memory of snow.