Hi there! Please enjoy this evening’s little poem, about distance.
Fate has tied me with string,
Stretching miles away, past
Train tracks where the nature sprites dance over
Red-worn brick work,
Where the Buddleias bloom in the gravel;
Travels past my horizon, through green fields, over fences,
To where the buildings touch the sky.
And I shall share thunderstorms,
Electric points illuminate the early hours,
Connected by nought but a thread,
And a flash of light;
And that will not be enough;
But a sunset shared is one personified, gazing out of windows
Tied with string, words
Written that would be spoke aloud;
And the buzz will be physical, held in my hand
Where a screen lights up
With a now joyful sound;
And if it’s raining where I am but you
Don’t have a cloud in the sky,
I’ll tell you I’m jealous of the sunshine;
For it gets to see you.