What should we call it:
This happy, unpredictable juxtaposition of
Time, emotion and place?
Where here is elsewhere,
Distance is merely a word
Dismissed with a hot-winged wish
And a journey on malachite-magic carpet.
Where smiles make sweetest tides of music,
Begin faithful friendships.
“Is it so very far away?”
You might think to ask,
Eyes wide; desperate to believe,
Yet unwilling to trust.
The answer is both
Yes and no; in truth
As far from your chosen reality
As lightning is from thunder.
If you wish to make the leap,
Look for me, I’ll wait a while
When sugar’d stars bleed,
On your side of the
Mist-legged bridge.
But don’t wait too long;
Impatience nudges my elbow already.