Oh Woe The Distance.

Fractured yellow light filters
through dark marshmellow clouds
as the eve of night softly begins to break.
The whispering wind tickles the green leaves,
gently calling your name, of the trees
that line the snaking, clear rivers bank,
the names of which I know only one.

A small, light blue boat speeds
across the rivers surface
leaving behind it,
like a shark feeding frenzy,
a choppy white wake.

Oh! How I wish I was that speedboat
and that snaking river the Great,
seemingly-endlessly stretching Ocean.
Oh! And if I were that boat,
I'd be speeding through
storms and sun, rough water and calm,
sharks and dolphins to get to you, my love.

And Oh!
if that blue boat should
run out of petrol and
there were no oars my love,
my arms, driven by our love,
will become my oars.

Oh! Woe the distance that separates
and how I envy that blue speedboat
and the snaking, clear rivers freedom.
As the dark of night begins
to cloak everything in a blanket of shadow,
your beautiful heart holding our eternal love
is all the light we need to keep our spirits
going until we are distanced no more.

23/01/07





Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-01-28 at 03:13

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