In the Distance

Hark, 

Thy longing endured, and denied, 

As I see by the weep in his eyes, 

The nay in his brow, 

As believes he, unworthy o' so fair 

A thing. 

Between veils, blankets, and dreams, 

We lay, like two hands with glass that cuts our worlds in two. 

I think I am seeing you, 

And your five-fingers pressed against cold see-through, for me, 

Yet, not I can know, 

That on the other side 

Of the glass I stare through, 

If it but mere, 

Projection. 

Darling, 

In my heart of guts, 

I feed you and 

Feed on, 

And simply madden, I am with no seperation at all, 

Yet I see by how you live, 

You might as well not exhist, 

You are so far from me, by me, 

And in who I am. 

I think it by mere consequence of the stars, no coincidence at all..

The distance calls in whispers I've heard all my life, 

And then in ways never before- 

Something plunders and calls to me..

Winds, fierce and call in all their transitions.