A futile fantasy
or a grand design
To attempt to define
the undefinable,
To confine in words
The unconfinable.
An impossible dream,
It seems, to stream.
Into alphabetic reality
Without banality
And with originality
Letters posted to
Someone like you
Of a love so true.
I search my mind
Frantically to find
Something to enshrine,
to capture, to symbolise,
how my heart harmonises
as finally I recognise,
what you mean to me.
This stranger,
I’ve yet to meet.
Eye to eye,
to look, to see.
Is this real
or just a fantasy?
Ponderings from Paisley 