From the light years of my journey

I will send you gifts

Wrapped in blue paper

You will not receive them

As blue is not a reflective colour

From the depths of this space

I will send you my frag songs

Wrapped in blue paper

You will not receive them

Due to the density of silk

You swim naked in the cress beds

Of my farm

Your breasts will taste of fresh mustard

Which is most agreeable

I shall remember this as I travel

Reading your book of verse

Lost 2013

Recovered 2023