Doesn’t
exist
Space
travel time
Separateness
never sent
The
somewhere you
Went
however if
You
think it to be
Here
and there today
Tomorrow
thought
Travel
you away grim
Strong
solitude and
Sorrow
I can see it
In your
eyes though
We are
together there
Is
part of
You
apart distance twice
Considered
the
Heart
remains from the
Time
you tore
Straightaway
travel
Praying
because the
Feelings
are in play
If you
think it to
Be
only here without
Wait
without
Yesterday
tomorrow
Distance
doesn’t
Exist
doesn’t beg
Steal
or borrow.
Away
with form separates
Us
from sedition form
Trips
us tricks us into
Thinking
with our morbid mind
Clinging
into grasping thoughts
Hissing
knowledge of
Judgment
good glances felt
Solution
her presence evil a
Way
with letting go she
May
be seventeenth shall
Come
ahead slow tawny hair
And
eyes green gray cold
Send
your judgment day
Away
Translate
their sonnet
Disposition
letting go
Of
formal knowledge
Good
and evil
Tricks
us into
Distance
sound unlocked
Meter
rhyme our hearts
Say
speak between them
Knew
what cuando te
Vemos
meant knew where
Heaven
sent the messengers
Tell
us do not sin is
Missing
the mark
Kissing
the trumpets blare
Their
sails relieve the
Shaded
shadows of
Our
souls and
Hearts.
“A real narrative is a web of alternating possibilities.” –John
O’Donohue
