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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.

Distances