When You Write Me a Letter...

Tell me nothing, darling, nothing

Of the shadows, stretched

And leaning on slopes where once we relined

And tell me not of the silhouettes etched

In perfect artistry on the horizon line

Or of the way the world is an ocean of peach

As the sun and the day slip beyond our reach

And tell me not of the daisy fields

Of the place were the sea and the skyline yield

To a flawless sweep of ethereal blue

Or of the starlit deep or of midnight’s hue

Oh, my darling, please tell me not

Of the ache in your soul and the void in your thought

Or of how seasons pass far too urgently

Don't whisper on paper the agony

Of longing and dreaming and hope's burning fire

My darling, tell me nothing to tease my desire

With out those few words I most need to hear

‘I love you, I need you, I miss you, my dear'

J~

I'm reading Washington's Lady by Nancy Moser

the story of George Washington's wife. She received many letters from him

and I wonder what they said....when he died she burned most of them to keep

just between the two of them what he told her.