Saponification


I think of you often, and hope we see each other again as soon as possible. Until such time, may the winds be at your back, the dice be kind, and the gods turn the occasional blind eye.

sincerely yours,
beyond the clouds,
beyond the son,
the rebel without a cause.

I take a part of all of you with me wherever I go.  
 
When the nights get longer,
And the sun is so far away,
I find my thoughts are of the summer,
And of your melodies.
I think of days on the ocean.

I am alone in my cold bed,
And these are summer songs.  

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