Dear Jane

It was a moment, I was at the bottom of maple tree lying quite alone and enjoying the sunbeams shimmering among the leaves, when the thought about you crossed my mind.

You, who lived in a distant past. You, who quite unknown to me. You, who made my head over heels for.

We're divided by the centuries, vainly trying to find each other in times we lived.

I've got no idea what was your geographical place, nor name neither what you looked like. But, I'm sure, you were the most beautiful creature, infinitely better than anything else had ever been invented or seen.

You know, you mean the world to me, during my entire life I've been looking for you in the feeble hope to meet you one day. If we could've ever met, I would pick up some colorful flowers from a field of your flimsy dream. There, where a ladybird sings a sweet song for you, the lush dressed birds, giggling fly around over you and chirping when a chorus starts. There you hear a water splash, where the fishes round dancing. There you feel warmth-where falling bright sunbeams are melting on your soft skin.

I would've sat next to you to admire your charming smile while a light breeze would play among your golden rays of hair. At this moment, I wish I could say how much I'm loving you, but obviously, it is impossible. You see, I'm living in another period of time, and it quite differs from yours. You would've definitely found it scary. So many things to explain and to show, that you would find insane, probably never even be able to understand.

But anyway, if you'd want me keep saying , then I would.

Whisper me how long you had been waiting for me to come. How miserable your life was when despair would overcome. How your fate was drown in the drops, running down your cheeks. What did cold and hollow nights promise you, before you went to sleep? Have you ever loved someone, letting your heart, beat the drums to call a sudden line squall of joy and happiness? What did you dream of and imagine your life would be if we could've ever met?

I'm so sorry...I feel helpless hearing inexorable ticking clock hand, running somewhere fast, leaving us split into different times. I can barely hear your sweet laughter backwash, coming from the unknown past. You slowly begin to disappear. I can no more catch flying tiny sparks of your image in the air.

So, I want you to know, I will be loving you, despite where ever you lived, whoever you've been. You're my undiscovered treasure, my unsolved mystery.

Now, close your eyes, my dear, it's your time to sleep.

I lived in your dreams, right as you live in mine.

Dedicated to lovely Jane from Jamestown, reborn from the ashes of history.