Though leagues of mist divide my hand from thine,
And cruel horizons stretch in cold expanse,
Upon us both the selfsame moon doth shine,
To bind our spirits in a mystic trance.
Upon this glowing glass, a phantom light,
I trace the scripts sent flying through the air;
Thy words, like stars, redeem the hollow night,
And soothe the heavy burden of despair.
I curse the lands that lie ‘twixt thee and me,
The silent void that keeps our lips apart;
Yet o’er the swelling surge of land and sea,
I feel the steady beating of thy heart.
This vigil is but prologue to the day,
When banished ghosts of distance take their flight;
When touch shall chase the shadows far away,
And we shall merge within the morning light.
Drawing inspiration from the Romantic tradition, this piece transforms the modern smartphone into a reliquary of affection. It speaks to the universal truth that love is not measured in miles, but in the intensity of the longing that bridges them.
