Dear Journal,

I never knew I could be so in need
I never knew this moment until it was clear
My cord had been cut, my life had been new
A life between me and you

For years I had lived with a promise in hand
An avenue of devotion none could take
I said to myself, this I will keep
This is my most precious friend
I will never let it go, I will not

But then promises become stagnant
Like dust in the wind
Don't ask me why, or how and when
Life takes its course and brings to end
All that we once held dear

Because the joy neglected
The sorrow brought to naught
The laughter clearing in the distant
From far off lands
So love blossomed in season
And grand blew forth its great horn
To succumb of the season
In which to joy

Be not unwise in your own eyes
Be not sequestered to your own plan
This I have learned in time will bud
A flower meant for peace and glory and power
Thee have been hiding in your grave
Until love turned its course
And buds began to grow
Like a lily meadow

I don't even ask why thither ye came
I don't care for here you came
With every touch he brings a bud
As solemn as a baby's gasp
When their mother gives milk
And passes by the years of rain

Joy comes in season is more value
Than the right of devotion at once

My Love.