A Travel Note for a Lover

How can it be so significant,

Utterly defining,

The Moldau,

Lifts,

Falls,

Crashes,

But goes on,

Letters, words and pages could be written,

Ultimately of no use,

Constrained,

Contort,

Confused,

Limited by the capability of

Imagination’s conception,

As I leave you,

For the first time,

No words will come,

Wet lips,

No use,

Lies follow,

One last caressing

Aversion of the eyes,

I like, the Moldau am with you,

Crashing,

Falling,

Lifting,

Through the centuries,

Through lifetimes,

Through War,

Death,

Destruction,

Disaster,

Disease,

Through words, languages

Through the implied meanings

And the value placed upon them,

Through every journey around the sun,

I’m with you

My love, I’m right here with you.

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