Distance

“Distance…”

Pull out a yard stick,

lay it down on my heart while it ticks away the time,

then measure the distance between you and I,

through traffic I’m being led by a love that is blind,

to get to you I would run, swim and fly,

dig deep or climb the mountain’s peak,

innocent thoughts of you like a soft kiss on the cheek,

forehand under my chin as I sigh,

music playing low,

Sade “King of Sorrow” in the background,

staring at the ceiling fan going round,

and around like thoughts of you on my mind,

too many miles says the highway sign,

but in a blink of an eye I’m there,

right by your side,

after pushes and shoves I wrestled your angels,

just to get a little closer,

and here you are with tears on your facial,

worrying that you’re not on my mental,

if only you knew that I was there in the spiritual,

It sounds pitiful but if my meta was physical,

I would blow off that lit candle on your mantel,

then you would know,

that I will never let you go,

so far that I can’t just think and bury the distance between you and I my beautiful.

A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.

“Distance” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2013, All Rights Reserved

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