What is beautiful
When it floats past you
A glimmer of hope
Or the smoky essence
Of a dream that you
Have been waiting
To appear to you
In waking life
Before your eyes
Would we know it
I think I do
When I look at you
To find the words
Only a picture
A fantasy
So far away
Like you
But real
A connection can be made
Regardless of the
Distance
Turning over in my bed
Thoughts rolling in my head
These sheets are empty
Yet so full
Miracles of touching you
In my sleep astrally
I heard your voice
You said a name
Was it a place?
Should we meet there
I’ve never been
I opened up my atlas
To determine just how
Far you actually are
It’s a village
An actual space
I’ve never heard of it before
But you made sure
I understood the words
Never to forget
The name
Repeating it again
And again
I woke up with your voice
An echo of your words
Arresting my lips
© GÄ
Poétique 