Far, Far Away
Far, far away, high above and beyond,
Lies the purple horizon where sea meets the sky
And the Gods all play chess in Olympian clouds,
Leaving minds of mere mortals to wondering why.
Four Horsemen and Satan with time on their hands
Wasting light years in darkness, entrenched in a game;
Playing poker with blood crusted mortuary slabs
For the souls of the dead in a place with no name.
Back here, in earnest, this stuff doesn't matter
For legends and myths hold no space in my heart,
Room only for how much I miss you and love you
And cursing the distance that keeps us apart...
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment