One of those bright night, star light letter writing nights ~~~
Too many questions unanswered, too many comments at rest.
Wandering, meandering in the web of a crowded, busy brain
Struggling to maintain a strong, long-distance connection.
Why one should be so moved to configure such thoughts
near eleven on a bitter cold February Saturday night?
Suffice to say, some secret source of sentiment scores
above the expected norm and scours the heart's depths.
Virtue is the name of the game, while all good thoughts
and pleasant notions stack solidly against time and distance.
Granite boulders dam the waters of a fast moving stream.
Gray boulders labeled Sentiment, Virtue, Time and Distance.
