I see you each day with the clarity of the sun’s light beaming over the earth, gilding tree and shrub alike with a tint of glory. You are very vivid but you’re still a blur-I’m like a child looking outward at the grey air through the misty glass. Drops slide down the window like tears, the tears that account for the pain of not being where you are . You, the sun, whose light is hid from view by dark clouds;- the seas and oceans between you and I.
Yet you remain clear, vivid like the coral on the coastal seas. Still when I touch, you dissolve into a cold longing feeling for your presence.You’re not here.
But you’re here…I mean l can feel you in the brush of the yellow daffodil, in the velvet of the red rose, in the silver rays of the moon when I look at the stars in the night.
You’re here but not here. I love you and I miss you.
This long distance is nibbling at my heart-when will I see you? The hue that makes this rainbow completer than it should be. Dust and air and sky stand between the thud of my heart and you.
But thank the maker of these words for they bring me here to you..here, hand in hand to you. I press this word upon your heart, I am here now and distance has gone.
