_a poem i wrote long ago_

The sky of the daytime burns bright blue, an achingly clear flame that ignites all space
And consumes it to nothingness
Sun rays pour down
In an ellipse marked only by the shadows of dewdrops and the cry of windsong
Bathed in sparseness stands the scene
Of sky, land
You, me.
Two hands not touching,
Two minds yet feeling,
Wanting to, yet fearing
To cross the great divide.

And the two stand
And watch the sky kiss the land
Wondering why the distance between heaven and earth is breached far easier
Than the distance between their souls.



HL, dedicated to you.