Confused Miles

Confused Miles You... are too far away. I live here and you live there. The world, smaller all the time, but still. Parts are on fire. Some are even flooding. Be safe my dearest one. You are family to me. There are worse things, in "other" places... and monsters are breathing, real air. Not for the first time, but certainly the last. That is what is written, so it is so. Paper masks to keep from dying. Children passed into the fire, on heaps of trash... searching for food. The angel has blown the horn. Time is raining in the desert, quicksand for camels, and the hands of the wicked... to pull passers-by into the next world. Walk softly. If you do not hear from me... If I/we are not allowed, to know more of what today will bring, tomorrow. I tell you this; Flowers ever to your step. Bees to sing songs. Butterflies to delight. Sun and rain to erase all pain. I will see you again, my friend. In this world, and brothers and sisters... in the next. Closer even now... by the simple hope, of it all.