February 6, 2013 | 0 Comments

Unfathomed Distance

From you for ages my heart hasn’t heard,
The words, the poetry, the songs and feelings surd.

The clouds are murky and grey, it’s dull-the sunshine,
The charisma, the power, the potion to heal is certainly thine.

Great unfathomed distance you went, never gazed in the rear view,
In anticipation and hope, few feelings remain unaltered, never replaced by the ones new…