I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON

Dear Miss,
You held the hand of the sea,
The ink of the letter was left to dry.
Necrophilia, my darling
Foreseeable to be a lunarian.

With the alate maples here,

My reverie seems to be clear
Dancing quixotic waltz in the ball.
Susurrus, in my own heart.

Whenever you called me darling

I rushed to give you everything
You were orphic, but mesmerizing.
Yet, I would be aurified soon.

During your lovely nap

It was a jaunt to me
Disensolate, ambivalent, fatous
Totally a laluna without you, I maundered.

AND BACK.