We Form the Poles of Our World by Ronald A PavellasA walk, a traipse, a saunter Up the now familiar hill
Long shadows bring companion To consider my long thoughts
She now sleeps nine time zones east My other self, my mind mate
As we yearn to touch again Our shadow selves must suffice
Our words flow through the ether Substitutes for flesh and touch
No sadness in this yearning We form the poles of our world
08/27/1997 Posted on 12/04/2001 Copyright © 2024 Ronald A Pavellas
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