I was so lonesome for you tonight that I called the number I am not supposed to call and messaged the screenname that probably wasn't you.
I miss your cackle and the way you make an entrance into every room you enter. You do not darken doorways, you illuminate them.
You are larger than life, your smile is wider than my arms could ever stretch in their poor attempts to show how much I love you.
Oregon is a lucky state, within its boundaries lives a woman I dream of. She is taller than mountains and stronger than ancient trees. Her heart beats with the pounding of rivers, her eyes hold constellations not yet discovered, her voice carries with it the wind that touches my face as I go about my day, and her words reverberate in the ears of all that hear them, like a hammer put to the Liberty Bell.
Nothing and no one could make me happier than the sight of you could.
Home, you are my friend.
I miss your cackle and the way you make an entrance into every room you enter. You do not darken doorways, you illuminate them.
You are larger than life, your smile is wider than my arms could ever stretch in their poor attempts to show how much I love you.
Oregon is a lucky state, within its boundaries lives a woman I dream of. She is taller than mountains and stronger than ancient trees. Her heart beats with the pounding of rivers, her eyes hold constellations not yet discovered, her voice carries with it the wind that touches my face as I go about my day, and her words reverberate in the ears of all that hear them, like a hammer put to the Liberty Bell.
Nothing and no one could make me happier than the sight of you could.
Home, you are my friend.
posted by Kate at Monday, November 20, 2006
1 Comments:
darling,
my heart has never been warmer on such a cold, dismal oregon night. the sky is beautiful, full of stars, and when i look up at it i think of you. 3 weeks dearest, that is all!
ps. i will light a candle for you tonight at evening prayers. its what we monastic types do best.
all my love,
nora
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