My dear,
I loved you with my sincerest heart. That, I can say with the weight of a tombstone hung on my tongue.
As I lay on this dusty road, tossed after being dragged all over the world at the back of a donkey’s cart, I wondered where all the spirits had gone to.
Where did the drumming sound of the hearts, howling of war cries, and the clenched fist of resolution, that vowed never to let anything get in the way of the marvelous pursuit of our beliefs?
The whispers of serene blessings, the quiet Venus in the sky of dawn, where did you go?
But I must tell you now: I loved you. Gone are the principles, power, and people. Yet should face to love you again, I’d jump into that whirlpool of fire to hold your hand.
So, my dear,
Oh my dearest dear.
Please know that I love you so.
6.18.2021
Ralph with Coffee 