I commissioned a little bird your way to carry, my endless unyielding adoration; the most fierce and true reserves of all my love.
I was stood off-station, near to the line once more and almost set to cross it over.
I found myself for a fleeting moment, dislocated in time. I could recall recounting these very sentiments to one of mine dear brothers-in-arms, and yet I only compose them now in reaction to the moment. Ever so strange is this path that I walk, and ever endearing despite its obstacles.
Yet there is nothing as endearing in all the ’Verses of all existence, I swear; as You my love. As truly as the song in my ears do You resonate, for You are magnificent. I will bridge the vast treachery of all the space between us if it kills me. I cannot be without You.
A little something that came to me as I sat in the departure lounge of Melbourne International, waiting to head back across the line.