I see your face, and like a splash of clear
cold water - I'm startled awake from loneliness.
I hear your voice, and like something lost
and wanted, I feel a breathless interest.
A video stutter is a cruel and sudden reminder
- you are unknowably remote - and this magic
connecting us is just another of passion's obstacles.
Brick by brick We pave building Patience is the key To every creation Every thing in its time Bloom to the fullest. Never premature bud open Nor a cake bake before time Hold on a little longer Ripen fruit always taste sweeter. Beautiful expression of words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I too miss personal contact.