The Blind's Letter To the Distant Lover

The greetings from the herdsmen and the muu that followed whispered home to my sharp ears. A home is supposed to be the place you could run to and be safe but mine,all heart beats and fears. The first place I walked to was the tinny dusty bench. To seen if my stick would touch you the person who would give me food and water for my burning thirst to quench. And oh!how I miss you,as I struggle to find my door post. And Oh!how I blame myself,for allowing you to swim without me to the outer coast. I sit each night by the struggled lit fires with your cloth stuck to my nose. Feeding my hungry desires with your body fragrance gradually fading away from the clothes. Not blind,but only in love with a person in a veil,behind a mask you made me believe. Where is the touch on the left side of my face,the regular kiss on my lower lip and hands,and the voice that even my dead spirit can recall.You were here,now so far and I don't know what tomorrow would have been if not for the things you thought me to achieve. I know you would be back soon but loneliness is a herculean barrier to my daily survival. Do be hurry my love,tower,and shoulder pal.