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~
Distances can bind a relation strong or sometimes the distance seems to be increasing.
ReplyDeletehmm...I think I can feel this poem :)