Poem of Distance

as i stand before thee

with black roses in thy hand

each petal pitch in it's velvetly softness

through two worlds that do collide

i see thee across the chasm that is love

must not the wind carry the song unto which we sing

the tears which are cause by the wind and the sand

trying to erode my being

until i am nothing

for one which is formed by the words he creates

holding me as we lay on the grasses of eternity

eyes that do contain secrects

i weep

kissing such sweet lips through bars of distance

jail through the wonder that is us

by how did we meet through hands never touching

i drink with your ghost at my door