The Moon

 

We are torn by distances,

And paired by our thoughts.

We no longer speak,

But our bond is strong.

The path to your house

Is no longer mine to take,

The road leading to thee

Is far from my city.

The place that I reside,

Is not known to you,

Neither is any part of you,

In my perceived view.

But within the wide universe

That we occupy

There is still a common

Touch that unifies.

Wherever you are

My dearest one,

The moon that you see

Is the moon that I see.

And that dissolves

The space in between.