Distantly

The hazy sky takes clear form,
contrasting clouds now against blue,
something distant and far away,
seems to speak of legends.

Mundane and routine is the chore,
gathering the leaves with the rake,
yet the feeling of forevermore,
abides in the soul where heart aches.

Distantly, I take your hand,
where are you, can you say?
Speak to me in my dreams,
we will meet in time unknown.

In this time of brokenness,
my angel fly with me,
defeat is not the way of ours,
hope will guide us until the end.

a reply to: TC Mike

Romantic, deep, emotions which cannot be spoken but still they are felt.

a reply to: TC Mike

So romantic!

Beautiful poem

Wonderful!