A flight that leaves us in distance,
even a mere thought it could be,
perhaps real is the distance,
but once realizing the length of time
apart, I know you’ll stay close,
as day thinks of night
and the heart brings you to mind.
Poem: A flight
A flight that leaves us in distance,
even a mere thought it could be,
perhaps real is the distance,
but once realizing the length of time
apart, I know you’ll stay close,
as day thinks of night
and the heart brings you to mind.
Portrait of June 