Somewhere in the ether,
Your song I can hear.
And over the miles,
Your thoughts transcend.
Mixed with some laughter,
And the occasional tear.
The distance between us,
Not meant as an end.
This windowed illusion,
That fixes my gaze.
Brings me beside you,
Though distance remains.
I think I can see you,
In this shadowy haze.
A sensory delusion,
Am I a little insane?
I search for the path
In a world so surreal.
To reach out to touch,
But only fingers to keys.
For there is no truth,
If nought I can feel.
So wait for a voice,
To reveal you to me.
And collared doves,
In weeping willow.
Their invitation set,
Against velvet sky.
Seem to beckon,
Let emotions flow.
To give words the gift,
'That' they can fly.
And little xx an end,
But not an end tonight.
No ambiguity,
The willow can perceive.
Like hands outstretched,
To catch some light.
Kisses on the page,
Shall be our whispering leaves...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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