When This Distance Becomes A Memory - Poem by Jon Blanes
When this distance becomes a memory
we will grow strong in each other,
my roots in you and your roots in me.
The tears will fall from your black diamond hair,
and your summer smile will never leave your tender lips.
Your eyes will lose their sadness
and dance in the orchard of you.
The golden shore of your olive skin will shine
under the morning dew of cherry blossoms.
Your gentle hands once clenched in despair
will open with the wonder of spring.
You will wander in meadow grass valleys
and butterfly mountains.
You will swim in the waters of a tranquil sea
under the light of a fragrant moon.
The sunflowers will sway in the wind but never die,
the roses will lose their thorns but never sleep
when this distance will become a memory.
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