although i've never met you
i've never met someone like you
...and although we're miles apart
i know we're close at heart
i long to see your face
for i wonder
would it be as beautiful as your soul?
the coleseum of wanderers
two meet but never see each other
your words are your image
and i find you beautiful
young hearts transmitting
love is a frequency felt miles away
i've always longed for an older brother
to admire and adore
and so keenly my senses detect
that he exists amid my world
and i can feel his reassuring touch
arriving with the wind
that blows so gently on my hopeful face
on this wind my words are carried
words are connections
we reach over great distances
to feel the heartbeat of another
if i could occupy your thoughts,
for even a moment
if i could find comfort in knowing
that you too are heavy with verse and dripping with love...
standing alone, the wind whips my face
my eyes swelled with tears
reading your bewitching verse
i'm speechless with enchantment
for your words are so poignant
if you could occupy my thoughts
here's it what i'd be thinking:
i'm heavy with verse
dripping with love
wishing that i was there to catch your candid tears
and warm your chilled heart
to perhaps, one day, make your acquaintance
to grasp your wrists and heal your wounds
expel our separation and revel in our creations
compostions of belonging and devotion
invulnerable to the miles and miles of shadow
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