Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Portions


Somehow, in spite of profusion of words

Silence remains stark; profound

We cannot dissuade unalterable truth

With the clang of syllabic sound


Somehow, though continents loom between

And geographically keep us apart

I hear the whisper of you deep within

And feel you against my heart


Somehow, by the rise and the setting of sun

We measure our portion of days

Darling, to love you I have only begun

Oh, let me count the ways


Somehow, life slips through the curtain of dusk

Its presence subtle and swift

Silence and distance and longing and love

Are portions of its tender gift

J~

1 comment:

  1. Distances can bind a relation strong or sometimes the distance seems to be increasing.

    hmm...I think I can feel this poem :)

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