Dear Matthew

The letter I never intend to address or send. A love letter, in a sense. With no formal ending. This starts small and ends infinite.

Dear Matthew,

I found a place I think you'd like

It's in my neighborhood

At the end of Midland Avenue

There's a long path

That leads to a set of boulders

But there's a hidden trail on the left

That winds under a canopy of pines

It's especially magical when there's sparkling flakes of snow caught on the needles

Where it looks like the whole sky is above you

And then you walk a bit further and and there really is sky

So much of it

And there's a little knoll

Where somebody left two Adirondack chairs buried in the snow

And it looks out over the neighborhood and you can see all of the houses and the mountains

But if you look a little higher there's the sky

And you're a little closer to all of it, on the Adirondack chairs

Closer to nature

Closer to quiet

Closer to the hushed, cold sky

And I want to bring you there

Please don't bother asking why

But I just know it's something you would appreciate

And most of all, I want to bring you there at night

When the world is the stillest it can be

And the sky is bright with millions of stars

And we wouldn't even have to talk

We could just sit in silence and marvel at how hidden we are to the rest of the world

Barely thinking

Barely moving

Only existing

And I am barely breathing

Just looking at you

You, under the stars in this perfect place

You, existing in a way that reminds me of here

A hidden, beautiful miracle

That is almost like a secret and exactly like magic

Bright in the still, silent evening

And why I want to bring you here the most

Is to let you have this secret, perfect, silent place with me

To give you a miracle to share

And to only briefly punctuate the silence with words like you and this place

The words that are

Illuminated, this place and you, underneath the stars

Vast, the sky and you, so full and ever changing

Miraculous, you and this night, like such a wonder was just able to be

Glittering, the snow and you, your eyes reflecting starlight and the light inside you

Hushed, this evening and you, both perfectly calm and content here

Infinite, the world and you, almost overflowing with goodness and depth and everything

Insignificant, this place and you, and I, all so small in comparison to all the undiscovered things out there

Secret, this place and you, and all of us hidden by pines and cloudy evening

These words come forth in the night and like the night

I have illuminated, vast, miraculous, glittering

Hushed, infinite, insignificant, secret things to say

A simple thing to say that are all of these things, that is everything.

I love you.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Joseph Mulpeter]

this is great! you wrote it in a way that was very descriptive and visual for the reader. bravo!

[Amy]

Oh my goodness this was amazing! I could imagine the place you were writing about and how peaceful and calm it would be. This was such a nice and sweet poem.