ACROSS THOSE MILES
A pallet of dilapidated old postcards on my palm Sobbing while interpreting each word. Reminiscing the season spend together, Your delicate embrace, your affectionate kiss Running hand in hand through a golden wheat field Smiling all the way through the warmth of day light. My fingers exuberantly caressing your sun-soaked face and sleek hair Bestowing solace at heart and glitter on the lips. It’s been a prolonged time I have witnessed something from you Separated by country mile and divided by seas. The world seems to crumble and fall apart. Days turned to years and years, fuelled by only hope The silent echo of the war festering on my ears. Though miles divide, and time may sway Amidst the chaos, resentment and solitude I hold the rigid belief that you will return. Eventually the waves will settle Soon, once more, you will be beside me ...