reality

your hands travel
remembering the path
they pioneered

a trail you have mastered
rocking my world
like a C-4 implosion

we reconnect
as if no time has laspsed
as if no distance separates

we make the most
of the short time
we have now

and when the morning comes
the dream ends
reality returns

we part once again
my heart stops
but the clock restarts


Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.