Over and over, across and far away,
Paths draw nearer with each passing day,
Signal transceiver, electronic decipher,
Contact is delivered via a machine's whisper.
When the clouds are heavy and filled with despair,
The weight of its sadness, each droplet, each tear,
Fall on this island that wouldn't catch a wreck,
Over and over, oh what a trek.
Yonder draw nearer, break this cruel spell,
Radiant and light, cast out, dispel,
Love come hither, thou shalt not wither,
And in our embrace a feeling of grace.
Ripple in the pond, sing your song,
My lips on your lips to fuel the bond,
Subsiding longing, body's calling,
Feel the desire, the yearning, it's coming.
© 2012 by Pthasse Amadeus
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