Distancia Poem by Medusa Waves

Tomorrow is too far, I beg for your loving arms- no other place feels like home
Next month is much too long, I plea the wind to steal a kiss, -I long to feel alive
Months pass, each day is a year, and a year feels like I’ve lived many lives
I’ve fallen in and out of love many times, through these people only saw your eyes
The heart is a garden-needing care and maintenance, and every day I felt it die a little more
It’s been years, and a few months, some days and this garden is a barren wasteland
It’s been years, a few days, and the hours have shaped bitter lines along my face and eyes
I said that tomorrow is too far, next month much too long and my lovers are only drifting twigs on the sea of love I have for you.
Love dies every day, every second, with every human life- out of the realms of reality falls their heart
In dying I know your heart will seek mine on the other side, in dying I know I’ve lived loving without vain
I lived loving without lust or greed, and even when you part, I still embrace the love I grew
Tomorrow is too far, each day becomes a year-from slumbers of death I wake to find you sleeping near
Even the darkest of fears will not keep our souls from immersing in the infinite love we bear