The Miles In BetweenA Poem by Jack...Why are there always milesThe Miles In Between A crescent moon now overhead As I come rising from my bed Remembering the words I said A few short hours ago ~ Like linens hanging on the line The clouds a comfort for my eyes In secrets whispered on the skies Along with breezes flow ~ I wonder of this time apart As longings cling so tight my heart In gilded frame like precious art The sun comes into view ~ When then my open eyes can see The man that I can surely be If only you would come to me Whatever I must do ~ With endless trees and hills to climb My aches, my pains on borrowed time The distant church bells set to chime The miles in between ~ I follow on in destined task Is it too much for me to ask Replace the smile, remove the mask If you know what I mean ~ To stumble on the crooked path And weep these tears of aftermath For comes the heat of summer wrath In everything so new ~ I wander here and wander there In hopes to show you that I care With you my dreams I long to share Until my days are through
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Added on August 1, 2013Last Updated on August 19, 2013 Tags: love AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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