Distant Things

Like the distant sparkling stars You are, always looking at me And by serendipity When I happen to come across you Your smile sheds tumultuous hues But to disappear like fugitive dew Okay, my dear, let it be so The secrets of distance I only know Hands are best held when they are miles apart Balmier are the touches of a distant heart Oh, distant star, miles and miles apart Your brief encounters are there still in my shirt Tightening closeness loosens in some time Distance keeps up loveliness of rhyme That overwhelmed us with that heavenly sweat Last time when we met: “What do you see when you look at me?” “From distant love how you set me free” The distance is no hurdle but a feel so sweet When sleep eludes me I do listen to your heartbeat And fall asleep into a boundless deep…. Inside the embroidered steep Again the tap on the window In a starry voice of lovely low “What do you see when you look at me?” “Those loves in the stars of your beautiful poetry” ____________________________________________ June 10, 2016 For the Distant Things – Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John lawless Note: The plural form of love I have used consciously