HOW TO MEASURE THE DISTANCE
To breathe is not a choice
It is a necessity of life
When I am truly open
My breath
Includes what I see
Again a necessity of life
The sunrise in the morning
To the closing in
Of darkness at night
Even then dreams
Open a whole new world
Based on the twinkle of stars
The glow of the moon
I wring my hands
I am in anguish
I think of you
Consider the distance
Between us
Since the distance is incalculable
I will need something
Very special for this measurement
July 20, 2018
annellannell 
A nice measurement, Annell. Glad your poet got her bid in for something special. I am sure it will come. 🙂
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Thank you Jim. So much unknown, the where of it, how to measure, and what tool will be needed. I think it will need to be something special. Thanks for your comments.
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Love is always within us as it is never lost, but we dream of course of being reunited with we do love and this hope sustains us until we greet them again.
I appreciate your response, oldegg.
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Love is always there even when physically we are disconnected. The heart has a better memory than my head at times.
I think you are right Susie, the heart does remember better. There are the unanswerable questions, that appear, disappear, and appear again.
Thanks for your comment.
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The first line sets the tone for the piece. A contemplative write.
Thank you Kerry, for your comment.
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Breathing, and watching the heavens, definitely helps us in our times of anguish. Reminding us of that larger landscape that frames our lives. When you write of the heavens, I always picture them as seen from your house – the mesa, the mountains, the skies above. So beautiful.