By Chris W. at Perby1@aol.com
Date: 7 August 2000
Expedition
You are known to me only in thoughts and dreams. You are viable only when given form and color by my fantasies. You are the hope I pursue even as you remain unseen and unknown. But I know that somewhere, you are flesh and bone, however distant and remote your whereabouts. For as surely as invisible rings surround mammoth Uranus, so to do you exist invisibly, waiting for discovery. As surely as the painted winds of Starry Night reach me strong and cold, so does your beauty radiate from a place unreal, to be absorbed by me that I, like a prism, may display your splendor in all its frequencies. As surely as Beethoven himself knew the grandeur of his music even as it fell on his own deaf ears, I know the consonance of your countenance and its unwavering purity that smoothes my ruffled spirit.
I've the onus of making your discovery, but my expedition toils on, without as much as a clue to your whereabouts. But I yearn to know you now, my lost lover, to delve into your past that I may know your origins, and to search out the path of your future which has its fate enmeshed in mine.
You remain a mystery, though, that I vow to solve, for the answer to you is me and we together can be to the laity around us as the stars were to the ancients: powerful, mysterious, and to be wondered at.
In the meantime, I will know you in what is most beautiful around me now. I will see you in the setting sun which melts red into the horizon, I will hear you in the calmly rustling leaves of an otherwise quite woods, I will taste you in the fruits of my garden, I will smell you in the fragrance of wildflowers, and I will feel you in the warm torrents of rain which cleanse me wholly on humid summer nights. For you are of the elements as these things are, even as our future love will rise above that which elemented it.
Of this dream I will make reality.
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