There are many words
reminding me of you;
Distraction is none of them
Coated in your colours -
a distinct mixture
of sound and poise,
all of which trembling
a song, seemingly sung by you-
is a strange attraction that strings,
reeling all the ships
into a beautiful current
to hold on to and never let go
There lies depth in the distance
and I wonder
How can it be wrong
when all are headed
in the same direction
Who am I
to recognize a distortion of light
that makes me see beyond
And then I know
when one single tear
in each eye, wells up
…
it must still be worlds, that we are apart
..
