The letter

                   

        The letter

My dear friend I sail on the morning tide there is no way of knowing when my next letter will reach you but be assured it shall.
My heart goes out to you my friend knowing full well that you are now condemned to live life in a world of darkness and the pain of never again being able to see the beauty of a fast Cutter her sails starkly white against the early morning sunrise
Or watch the Albatross as it glides gracefully across the great southern ocean on outstretched wings or the sight of white horses as they race towards the Cape of Good Hope.

Never again will you laugh with excitement at the sight porpoise and dolphins as they race alongside sleek hulls a smile on their faces knowing that at any time they could outstrip them for speed leaving them alone on the vast ocean
Rest awhile in your torment dear friend
Reach towards me with every fibre of your being Listen and I will send to you the sights and sounds that were once so familiar to you.

Picture in your mind's eye a new moon hanging in the night sky like a golden lantern Surrounded on all sides by countless stars shining like diamonds placed on a black velvet cushion

Listen while I convey to you the sound of the wind sighing high in the rigging
And describe the evening breeze heavy laden with perfume gathered from the enchanted forest just beyond the horizon Listen as she whispers of the places she been to and where she is going.

Look inward my friend and see once more the great deserts, Sand dunes like piles of gold dust under the hot dessert sun Picture yourself once more running on a tropical beach pursuing dusky maidens laughing like children in their naked innocence.

Your blindness cannot rob you dear friend of things seen in the days when two eyes of china blue looked with wonder on the beauties of creation
These memories will always remain lighting up the darkness in which you now find yourself clear and bright to be recalled at will in the minds eye.