Love

Star-gazing is such a delight, 
Sparkling, millions of years away. 
Suspended in the sky so 
that they might be picked as shining apples 
from a brooding tree. 
But distance is just an illusion, 
A cruel, devious delusion. 
Seeming so close 
you’re actually very distant; 
One phone call might as well be 
a thousand miles, 
each mile a million steps, 
each step an endless struggle against despair and doubt. 
Yet for one sighting, one impossible encounter 
your smile melts all doubts, restores inner strength 
and breathes new life into depressed lungs. 
Cutting like a beacon through the night. 
One million years away. 
I will smile, breath in and wait.