Global Loneliness

O that I could touch the hands that wished me well And tell from the eyes truths mirrored up Or beside each one's cottage my presence dwelled Planting daisies, and not pushing them up This global expansion we are on, merging conditions But not our memories, breaking bonds Between the real, linking us like mirrored apparitions Promotes a garnering of stocks and bonds Lo the virtual world is a figment of mind, a citadel Of lies, but my heart is longing for real To share life's lores; then global loneliness farewell - When tongue to tongue contented in zeal The soup is a wonderful place to write, a firm fence Between our brittle emotions and needs To feel the joy of faithful friends, and take evidence Of difference shared yond skin and creeds But when the light goes out, and the pen softly falls Like tears, I want to hold each hand Give a joke and hear the laughs pierce ears and walls As we sip our wine: jove's jovial band. O that I could touch the hands that wished me well When all the family of soup in virue meets O that we were all children of a common citadel All poet's love pulsing where sorrow bleats.