When Miles Divide
The night descends to veil the sleeping land,
My exiled heart now sighs across the sea.
I reach into the dark to find your hand,
And bind my wandering spirit close to thee.
Go forth, swift wind, across the rolling deep,
And bear this kiss I cannot yet bestow.
Fly o’er the hills where silent shadows creep,
To grace thy brow with love’s tenderest glow.
That silver orb which paints my pane with light,
Dost thou behold it in thy distant sky?
It joins our gaze amidst the lonely night,
Till morning breaks to bid our sorrow die.
What matters space, or miles that lie between,
If love remains a fortress strong and true?
I keep thy image in my mind unseen,
Until the hour I wake again with you.
In the grand tradition of Romantic literature, this piece explores the sublime ache of separation. It serves as a reminder that the horizon is not a barrier, but a bridge that connects two gazes upon the same moon. May these words offer solace until distance dissolves into memory.
