Distances – Hello! Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every dream should be a dream coming through
To get to know when it hailstones outside
In the rough icily winter abide
A heart to know so icicled cold and blue

Get to make out between us and our spaces
How they lie in the burn from a shadow
That is dancing on a wall in its glow
When our heartbeat of love chrysalises

You are time to touch like a dark flower
On a frosty window in the nightfall
I've been trying to reach you for an hour
But you never answered back my lost call

Now the times of our distances are going
Without finding out what love is showing