Sunday, June 28, 2009

to a lunatic


You are half a world away from me tonight. And half a world away in years. How can I communicate with you? Through an electronic satellite? No...that only gets part of the message through.

Another satellite orbits.

I shall transmit to the moon, and it will receive what I feel. The moon cares not for space and time. It is a moving, dreaming sponge...soaking up wishes and unspoken words. It doesn't care that I am old and that you are young. It doesn't care about the languages of Earth.

Tonight, the moon will take my thoughts and translate them. Then transmit them to you. Purely, transparently...on the wind of gravity.

And you will know my heart.
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3 comments:

  1. ShailJuly 6, 2009 at 7:49 AM

    And your posts have my heart! I have become a big time fan of your writings.

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  2. Tim BuckJuly 6, 2009 at 10:20 AM

    And I have become a big time fan of your comments! : )

    Really...thank you so much.

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  3. Iulia FlameJanuary 24, 2014 at 12:35 AM

    And I thought only the wind in the trees might form such musical phrases.

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