I hate the miles that stretch between us so!
And time's slow crawl — how I despise its pace.
Through dreams I reach for you, your voice below,
Oh, how I long to see your eyes, your face!
To sit beside you, breathless, silently,
And drink your words in with a smile, enrapt.
To watch the distant stars burn you-and-me,
To feel your warmth and softness while we're wrapped.
So effortless, the words that fall in line
On empty page, and carry me away.
But in the dark, I lie awake and pine —
My thoughts are far with you, come what may.
A whisper lulls my mind into the deep,
Deep in my soul, eternal love will stay.
I still recall the promise in my sleep:
That we would meet again—soon, soon, someday.
You
© Copyright: Викки Мун, 2026
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