How distant is the moon, <br />when two become far apart. <br />No romance from its light, <br />to illuminate the heart. <br /> <br />The sun can act likewise, <br />it can hardly warm the soul. <br />Stays hidden behind cloud, <br />no likelihood to cajole. <br /> <br />Alone one rides the day, <br />smiling to the sky above. <br />facing new tomorrows, <br />longing for the one you love. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-tomorrows-2/
