how is it you ended up, over there
across that great divide,
of time, of land and space
and now that I'm aware,
there is no one else
who could ever take your place

oh! how they try
with words so sweet
promises of bliss
and tasty treats,
seductive plans
of extraordinary means
and yet,
they pale.
next to what I know of you
next to any thought,
it's true

how can I explain
this attraction of our souls,
the fire builds each time we speak
it knows no end
and flames ahead
consuming lesser sparks,
leaving them
stone, cold dead.
without a chance
without a prayer,
they fade against your brilliance seen
and blow away with the morning breeze
toward that distant span
of no return,
what are we to do?
the challenge waits,
anticipates

with a knowing smile ...

03/22/2009

Posted on 03/23/2009
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