On a cave wall I etch from me to you
Smoke signals puff in a sky of blue
Homing pigeons with word take flight
Owls ask “who” in dark of night
Dots, dashes absconded from Morse
Niether snow nor heat nor gloom of night
will throw the word off course.
Brown Beauties midnight ride
The Grapevine even, though I chide
Fresh new ink, read it here
clarity for you my dear
A stroke of the quill, the brush, the key
Zoom, email, facebook, tweet
Texting out our family creed
Just say anything, please
Alexander Graham Bell rings out
The voice at the end
fells me to my knees
What is distance all about
Of all the possibilities
it’s your real life smile,
your touch I crave,
alive and breathing,
your beating heart,
warm and caring,
soon, soon.
In person please.
Wilde.Life 