The Space Between Us [sonnet]
There is a space between us filled with air;
this day it has expanded wide and deep.
No more our hungry bodies we can share
or reach out touching while in bed we sleep.
Reluctantly you faded to the sky
while watching helplessly I sighly mourned.
My own fool self I crassly crucify
and feel my heart dissolving unadorned.
Meanwhile back here in naked neverland
I struggle with my clearview vision’s scene.
You sit there in a makeshift witness stand;
your right hand raised (my agony ravine).
As soon as your sweet presence disappears
that space between our souls fills up with tears.
© 2011, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 