Good evening, WayzataJOHNN.
Sorry that I was AWOL when you stopped by.
Thank you for sharing your lovely poem with us.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend.
Distant Perceptions
Across the distance of the human heart
one can feel so alone and apart
as if but a single life form on a plain
where nothing and no one seems sane
In such a place any thought may take root
growing on the fertile soil of happiness moot
and the crop may be more then one can stand
here upon this long idle and empty land.
In recourse to the silent spaces
our sanguine blood rises and races
dreaming of another time and place
another love and another face