Fleeting

I’m writing these words
Without too much to say
Except that I’m thinking
Of you on this day

Our words are so fleeting
Like birds in the sky
They often say what
And seldom say why

I’m writing these symbols
Without riddle or code
Except that life’s cipher
Unlocks love on the road

Our letters are bottles
That float on the sea
They reach distant shores
And set their words free

I’m writing this letter
Without reason or rhyme
Except that our bonding
Transcends space and time