This distance between us occupied minutes and hours multiplied
by walking and running thoughts, divining the cost of careless loss
roving and darting with such might not even a rest in dreams of night.
Then a trouble or something tragic pauses me, and a moment of magic
makes all that distance naught. I fly to you my love in thought
bound again by strings unclear I yearn and ache to have you near.
But again the world cries out to me and again I am gone - in its roiling sea.