Should My Letters Never Make It

Should my letters be late

May the sunrise kiss you softly awake
May it stir kindness in your cup

May any lost love be found in your reflection

 

Should my letters be lost

May the skies lighten your steps

May they sweeten your breaths

May fortune place that which you seek, halfway in your path

 

Should other letters make it

May they take you in-hand through sunflower fields

May their stems bring you fortitude

May their petals whisper of your beauty 

 

Should my letters never make it

& we be as far as trees in the forest

May we be their roots, which beneath the earth

Live off the same soil & nourish from the same water

 

Should my letters be asked of their love

May their ink not erase of dejection but imprint from endurance

May they answer as the trumpeter whose music has ceased perpetually

'After all these years;

Don’t the valves of my trumpet remain traced on my fingertips?

Don’t my notes lie asleep on its bell?'