DISTANCE

Written and published by Jean-Louis Mondon March 27, 2017
Photo credit: poemesonmachine.wordpress.com
 

Words on a clothes line ... hard or tender

Words and notes on a threshold ... pure and brazed

Connections of the heart

Flying on wings unfolding

Collections lulled by melodies hanging

Between trees grounded in the earth

Priming emotions to feel moved

Hoping for one more encounter

As a sail that fades sadly

In the dawn of her destiny

As a train in a station

As a train in late motion

As a train crawling away

The witness of our tears clouds 

The sound of the falling night

                                                         

Marking the beats of your heart          

Metronome just on time

In your dreams weaving hope

Between silence and sotto voce

Your noble silk chords vibrate   

In mine, the echo chambers resonate

The quiet of your soul

Fans the flame

That softly reveals

The grace of the Lord

The enticing desert mirage

Cradles this flower blooming 

In my dazzled heart waking

At the dawn of night

Shadowing its light image
Through the windows of your being

The past as a preface

With our torn, missing pages

In the present interlace

Between you and me... spaces

The gaps are filled and sealed

And a bridge, a ladder

Built against adversity

Teaches us to walk closer

Together on the right side

On the bright side

Behold, the mystery

Revealed, embraced

As you see, this time

Between you, between me

It´s the end of turmoil

The distance between us

Cannot grow bigger than the soil

Love will allow it to go

For love is the shortest of distances

Between our gazing eyes, lost accomplices

In the vastness of wonderment

Revealed in the deep silence

Of growing intermingling roots

Covering each other

With ineffable sighs

In the hope of one more encounter