Distance

I feel the cold breeze

Thrown,

From the cold cast sea before me

Whose morning waves

Lisp,

Against the atmosphere......

The warmth 

Of day beckons

Yet I'm alone,

Chilled, by my solitude

Deflated by

My ineptitude

To cope,

With your loss.......

Breaking on the horizon,

The golden orb

Glows in the darkness

Incandescent

Without remorse

Doomed to self destruct

Eight million years from now

And me,

Alone in front of God's art work

His sketch of beauty and solitude.

A testament to his glory

Our father who art in heaven

Shelter me from despondency

Shivering from the chill

I heat myself with thoughts of you

Closing my eyes

Just to see your face

An attempt to nullify my aching

And yearning,

Here, on the other side of the globe

But,

To no avail

You are rooted deep inside.

A constant reminder

Of everything beautiful,

Aesthetically unchallenged, you move in circles

Reserved for the Angels

As I cling,

To what we had

On the far side of the world,

The sand beneath my feet mocks

The broken stick in my hand cuts

The treasure of memory is a curse

When all I want is you......