Moonlake
Alone
-
Sun is shining
in the night
Sailing across
the lake
of sand
-
No water to see
only light
Utahlitarian
remake
on land
-
Wind is missing
in my sails
slow is a word
that speaks
too fast
-
Blue is the Earth
far away
Missing the rain
no sound
no you
-
Distance is far
and the speed
neglegtable
to say
the least
-
But I exist
for the hope
once to see you
again
at home
-
Sailing on land
in a lake
full of dry dust
alone
alone
-–oOo–-
I appreciate your characterization of distance as a chasm almost of desire rather than simple space between objects. There is a Buddhist loan of sorts that asks...
When we want something, and achieve it ...are we happier because we achieved it or are we happier because we have relieved the pressure of the desire.
Makes me feel the sense of vast distance that uniquely accompanies loneliness and loss ... Odd how the sense of distance is affected by mood and circumstance