here i am — sitting and writing a letter to the first day of the rest of my life
sitting and writing and dreaming and hoping and wondering
i can’t see you clearly because this end of the future has cataracts and astigmatism
but even if i had second sight i wouldn’t use it to solve the mystery so soon
i was born very young and there was ever only me in the reality beyond wishes
there were three pairs of hazel eyes and three hearts full of love and life and laughter
although tears and heartache took their appointed turns at bat
there were little black dogs and little girl schemes and games and imaginings
adventures unsought found their way to the steps of the only house i remembered
trees grew and died, flowers bloomed and froze, grass greened and browned through twenty years
sometimes there were trips to hospital, other times to the fatherland and the native mother sod
pieces of heart were lost to a teutonic holy house and a celtic pagan hilltop where bits of soul were awakened
there was music and there were words, first tentative and shy, then triumphant and strong and unstoppable
and there i waited and learned to wait and await still the realization of more dreams than just my own
in the house of music and laughter and love and tears and words spoken and unuttered but felt
today is tomorrow’s yesterday, and i am happy as the grass is green in the park of peace
one day regardless of time there will be you, and there will be me, and there will be the rest of our lives
we will sit and write and hope and dream and wonder as we slip through to the life beyond the darkened glass
