One Year - By Rachel

One Year The height of folly I had said to write a letter to - One who may not welcome it Or give a jot for you. To throw it out in cyberspace And risk his scorn anew? My heart said yes, my head said no, I gave my heart its due. Oh joy on joy an answer came To my short 'hello there'. He did recall and wanted more And even seemed to care. Tentative first words begin Before we start to dare To show our lives, our minds, our selves, And bits of soul to share. From this small touch from far away A friendship's passion grew, Stirred up from embers of the past But of a different hue. Without the flesh, or eye-to-eye, Or hands, or yet a clue, We forged ahead dismissing cant And dreamed a better view. If God would grant a little space And just a dot of time To see again in vital form Would be a gift sublime. But if this grant is not to be And we just write and rhyme, To touch again this brilliant man A treasured boon is mine. I think Rachel is getting very good. Don't you?