The Miles In Between

Why are there always miles

The 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

 

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Like linens hanging on the line

The clouds a comfort for my eyes

In secrets whispered on the skies

Along with breezes flow

 

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I wonder of this time apart

As longings cling so tight my heart

In gilded frame like precious art

The sun comes into view

 

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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

 

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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

 

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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

 

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To stumble on the crooked path

And weep these tears of aftermath

For comes the heat of summer wrath

In everything so new

 

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

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
Think that's my favorite part but the rhyme scheme too. Impressive. Very impressive. IT flows so well.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my sweet friend. Happy you enjoyed this.

[Keith]

Great work Jack. Reflecting upon life using a wonderful rhyming scheme.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Keith

[Aethereal]

I enjoyed this rhyme scheme in which you told your story of love over distant spaces. There are many miles between lovers in the State of Texas. I've traveled those distances in the past while on vacations. "99 miles to LA" too ( remember that song? ). Your lines seem to follow correct eight syllable meter 0/0/0/0/

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend and I do remember that song.

[Aethereal]

You're welcome! Your poem reminded me of that old song. I collect old song recordings wherever I can find them as well as old comic books.

[Jack...]

I have a huge collection of LP's and so does my daughter. I've got some really rare stuff in those sleeves. The only comics I kept were my Spiderman comic books.

[Aethereal]

The best place to find old LP's and comic books are when people clean their old stuff out of their attics and have lawn sales. They find a catch of old comic books in a chest, and have no idea what they’re worth.

[Jack...]

You are correct. My kids have a gold mine to deal with when I go. I hope they get a good price for them. :)

[OTownPete]

Nicely rendered piece of longing you have shared here with us Jack. Your friend in words, Pete

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Pete.

[redflutterby]

Time and distance separates many who long to rewind past love. And we are left with all the thoughts and regrets.

[Jack...]

You are so true my friend. I know I have let my mouth run amuck at times. Thanks so much for your kind words.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Oh, the miles between two souls can be farther than circumnavigating the globe, sometimes, even when we are in the same space together. I love this piece in terms of the metaphorical significance of "distance". We all travel paths, and we all say or do things that we regret or question, but life still moves forward. Your words are beautiful, my friend. I love the depth of emotion in this one...great stuff.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Sarah. Your sweet words are always my favorite gift.

[Pryde Foltz]

A soft and gentle write of longing, Beautiful Jack. What is it about certain people who stick with us.

[Jack...]

I suppose Pryde, some people are just special, as you are to me. Thank you so much for joining me on this journey today.

[Pryde Foltz]

Yeah, they're special alright.

[icelandicblue]

We travel our own roads and dream our own dreams hoping they bring us to where we want to go.

[Jack...]

Indeed we do Anne. Thank you, my friend, for your sweet words this morning

[Mark]

Does the object of your brilliant word paintings read them?

[Jack...]

I sure hope so. Thanks so much Mark.