We communicate from afar

Yet it is intimate

Thousand of miles lie between us

Yet our souls occupy the same space

Your face lingers in my mind

But my eyes have not lain sight on you

Perhaps there will come a day

When we shall meet face to face

The space between us but a breath away

How intoxicating the thought!

Until then, you weave your web

And I am tangled in it

Caught in the complexities

Of all that you are

You crest and then retreat

As I  deem to do so

We are not alike

Yet we are the same

Wounded in our ways

Yet golden on the inside

Untouched and pure

Waiting for that someone

To discover our treasure

To truly value

All that we are

Alas, do not fret

That day will come

Golden as the sun

In time, my friend, in time