With Love, From a Distance Place

If I were lightyears from you,
I still believe my words would reach you—nightly.
To soothe your cluttered mind
and unpack the worries from a tedious day.

Like an infant’s hand,
your mind furls around deadlines,
receipts, comments, emails—
So, I must voyage to you.

Take respite in my heart’s homily
and breathe deeply.
O how sweet it is to find rest in your embrace,
Sailing amongst the heavens, till you wake

O, that there is life in your bosom
And destiny in your dreams.
For you, my dear, hold the heart
the world desperately needs.

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