Distances

Swifts turn in the heights of the air
higher still turn the invisible stars
When day withdraws to the ends of the earth
their fires shine on the dark expanse of sand.

Though distance seems to steal the longing
the stars never grow old
the light still shines in the lamp
and memories gleam in darkness.

When your winds try to capture
the weight of my essence,
the birds fly away
and freedom dissolve our distance.

We live in the world of motion and distance.
from heart to tree;
from tree to bird
from bird to a distant star
and from star to love;
and love sits quietly
in the end
pondering on the paths
yet to travel.

For love is all.