Not Too Far
His shadow falls cold on his hot coffee mug
Dawn is but a crimson promise of her hug
His gaze explores patterns on the tablecloth
Faint outline of a butterfly or a moth
His forefinger traces absent-mindedly
Rim of a lotus leaf, tip of a lily
From far away she has sworn she will be here
He drifts, remembering a small beach house where
With windows ajar, with sea breeze blowing light
One tastes the salt air, smells the sea in the night
Here is where the reason for his return lies
Quite near, a few miles away as the crow flies
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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