With eyes closed...I feel your
world against me -
Even in the distance of a
thousand worlds
away.
~
And distance is truly an illusion of sight and mind. I am no farther then a reach of arms and closer still I am drawn against you in a breath of carried air. There is no place where you leave off and I begin - we are as the tree and sky and the crush of space
between them.
We are the spread of branches held
against a welcome
air.
We are..even in the distance thought
between us.
2 comments:
Beautiful poem Eric! :)
Thank you Ana!
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