The Cloak of Distance
The textured cloak of distance lies soft and gentle on my skin;
Instead of keeping us apart, indeed, it brings me in
Much closer than, perhaps, I would have usually come;
I think that it is owing to the fact that we are one
And distance doesn’t count among such lovers as we are.
The morning breeze comes off the sea and whispers love afar;
And with each tide I am beside the Twin Flame of my Heart
Who knows and holds within the soul the lovers’ only art.
‘Tis adoration, don’t you know; a secret lovers guard
And hide from all but those who feel and touch and live life hard.
My dove of peace, I send release in hopes that one day soon
We’ll walk the beaches of our Light ‘neath Love’s own radiant moon.
The scent of Jasmine carries far and wide across the sea;
And on its fragrance, light and airy comes your love to me.
And with the wings of morning’s light I send my love to you;
Dawn’s breathless sighs and waking eyes are washed with Love’s sweet dew.
For now, the cloak’s a silhouette, an empty, vacant form;
Its hood hangs limp, no need to primp, it’s drained of all its charm.
But soon ‘twill dance and catch the wind; ‘twill leap with joy and glee,
For then the cloak will harbor two and shelter you and me.
© John Cogan 2010
It seems quite lyrical; and I like the "cloak of distance" metaphor.
ReplyDeleteAs always and ever, John, your poetry is a work of love and art and a joy to read. :)
ReplyDeleteDo I know this person? Very touching, peaceful.
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