A slice of me in time,
my mind’s eye gazing
only on you, I now
deliver in this envelope.
You need not repay me,
for the hour was mine
to give, and I was glad to
make it yours. This sort of
gift is scarce, valuable, yet
never bought. From spacious
depths I brought it out,
a scattered treasure,
footprints left behind,
your journey’s mark
now returned. I hope my
gratitude soon finds
welcome house and
company in your eyes.
