The Distance
On Your Mark, Get Set, Go —
Distance nourishes the flame of love
the glimmer traces the flameless star
Deprived of honeyed promise
the distance charges it’s dead battery
only to batter me on the run
as promise crosses the finish line,
Distance nourishes the flame of love
the glimmer traces the flameless star
Deprived of honeyed promise
the distance charges it’s dead battery
only to batter me on the run
as promise crosses the finish line,
In my spare time, I’ll be found at my favorite writing spot— where death surely cannot miss me. I’ve been censored... I do not tell—all.