Alice

The words I lack

Are the words you possess.

    I always thought life was wrong,

Yet when things go badly,

    You are there.

        Exactly where you are.

Being beautiful.

Time and distance,

   Fill empty spaces,

Fill closet doors to open

        New worlds miles away

  From my own.

Miles away,

    My mind wanders.

      And miles away,

        My heart rests with you.

I'm but a simple man of

    Letters, enslaved by

  The absurd world created by

      Our fathers, led by

        DREAMS dreamt by

          Dreamers long dreamed.

Who long ago, lost the

  Memory, of that perfect dream.

    That perfect picture,

      Of you and I,

        In time's arms.

Timeless to the word,

          And love, to the letter.

Love used in perfect terms,

          In perfect tense

  To a life worth living,

A soul worth saving.

        And a love worth having.