A letter that matters

A letter that matters.
By Aimee R.M. Conodon

To hold the wind in my hand,
As time is falling in an hour glass filled with sand.
I can hear the beach roaring,
At the sun whose soaring.
Crossing crashing waters,
Along cliffs held in fetters.
To taste the dew on the land,
It's sweetness helps me stand.
Within the brilliant colors of the morning.
I can hear the rain pouring,
striking as bullets upon our letters,
In the end love is all that matters.