So near, so far

Would that the night
wasn’t between us,
the pitch of dreamed seas
were walkable rope bridges
and we could rest easier again.

I will climb to my crow’s nest
rung by unsteady rung,
and wait for the eventual lull,
for earth’s dawn curvature
to be as your very own.

The measure of a latitude
no sullen wave can ever engulf
or will conceal in time’s rifts,
we only need wait
for the sand’s revealment
of a causeway,
the connection of two lands.

Walk swift across
and I’ll embrace you there
halfway in the daybreak,
once again my ocean.


4 thoughts on “So near, so far

  1. AR says:

    Wow…a true poet’s imagination obviously on display here. You have a very tactile metaphor, beautifully sustained; and well-thought out. Very enjoyable.

  2. Matt says:

    Thank you, AR, I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was written when I had a long distance relationship, & we didn’t see each other all that often.

  3. Prolongate says:

    Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation 🙂 Anyway … nice blog to visit.

    cheers, Prolongate.

  4. Matt says:

    Just ways and metaphors for spanning a distance, I used the imagery of the sea because that was literally the obstacle at the time.

    Thanks for reading 🙂

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