Calling it the end of the day …
Hours before the moon …
While I am still ready to play …
His soul
Is time zones ahead of mine …
Mine comes along,
with the spice and seasoning of time.
He forges into tomorrow …
While I am still lingering in the lessons
of today.
My love and I …
Worlds apart,
yet …
We may be closer than we’ve ever been.
© jan leree 2012