A Thousand Miles of Longing

When the sun has set
And the stars wink faintly
Through night's suffocating blanket,
What separates us is just
A thousand miles of longing.

The sounds of the city
Are only a buzzing in my head.
Static fizzles in my ears,
Obscures already blurry visions
Of the static, blank, stark, beloved page.

Words muffled in untidy scrawl,
Shrinking smaller, dimmer, fainter,
Slipping farther from this scattered mind.

There are a thousand miles between us,
A thousand miles of tenderness,
Or a million footsteps of love.

Inside my mind,
There is an ocean,
A thousand miles deep.
Drowning in the murky depths,
I am alone.

A thousand miles below the surface,
I dare not go.

Darkness crushes from above
And bleeds from within.
Sanity is isolation,
Reality is madness,
Loneliness, a creature of the night.

It tears the fabric of my very being
Until even my shadow is lost.

Genius and insanity, I hop the line,
And still, all that separates us, is just
A thousand miles of longing.