Diffidence
It’s like walking through
The ice chips of
A sun fire –
It’s like standing atop
The falling rain of
A lonely sea –
It’s like sleeping amidst
The misty shroud of
A day moon –
Similar to crouching
In between cloudless
Rays of white –
Identical to clutching
The solid pebbles
Of spitting air –
The distance that
Lingers between
You and I –
Copyright © Deborah Simpson | Year Posted 2007
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