Sir Distance swept through the night.
All bets are off - last flight.
Surreal the stillness of the horizon
Makes one wonder where its coming from.
How can he ride so sure, so swelf?
What thoughts spring inside of the self?
Loftiness lingers back a touch, not far
to catch a glimpse of the rising star.
What can ever hinder, block or undo
the bond that defies like morning dew?
The length or width is just thin veneer
loving you is the aim, never fear.
Author notes
9. I can feel you a thousand miles away
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A fine piece, thank you for your wonderful entry.
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