Sitting by a stormy ocean everything serene
Staring at the night sky, whispering paraselene
Wistful illusions complete my paradox
Intrigue piqued by smoke across the equinox.
Why you are so far away is purely metaphysical
However accidental I’m feeling quite residual
As a Spartan warrior sparse on supplies
My eyes flicker as I wait for your replies.
Via satellites assistance we stay in communication
Every message I receive amplifies expectation
Of what I am to expect upon your return
Oh how your touch I desperately yearn.
I miss you more than Earth would miss Moon
The change of this tide cannot come too soon
Will it be the next wave that rolls you back to me?
Or some other device that my eyes cannot see?
If my eyes ceased through a fault in my cornea
The adage “love is blind” would be perfect formula
Although I might not see your smoke across my equinox
I would still feel your love completing my paradox.
© Kris Blackburn 14/09/08