Far Away...

Separated by frequent quarrel and ten miles south of possessing love

I pause in the midst to ponder the uncertainty prevalent between us...

The fields of hope nearly drowned; the stairways of prayers now drifting in the shadows

As downpour, doubt, and disdain begin to trickle slowly, though truly.

I hear the subtlety of belief failing in your thoughts...

feel the escapes of passion beneath the kiss...

and I see the dots fade, as they once seemed to connect.

Trouble rises in me:

If I loose you...I loose the hope of ME...and if me...the vision to actualize Love.