Lines of ink on paper sheets
Are all I have to mark the trail
From me, from here, to you out there
Just a letter in the mail
You tell me snatches of your life
Some general, some in detail
I try to read between the lines
In your letter in the mail
In turn I send you bits of me
A window to my life unveil
Though all you see is through my eyes
In my letter in the mail
Maybe one day we will meet
Face-to-face complete the tale
Of stories sent across the sea
All our letters in the mail
Possibility is walking on fresh sand
Running between rain and blue sky
Letting each drop of life soak in
Smiling as the moments pass by
Possibility is dew-covered rose buds
The pristine silence of a first snow
Rapturous moments of an ocean sunrise
Intertwining of light and shadow
Possibility is embracing the unknown
Learning to live in discovery
Opening, connecting to other people
Possibility is permission to be free
