Sometimes my thoughts exist in your country, <br />A place, perhaps, too harsh for yellow flowers. <br />My whisper travels across continents <br />Distance is blue, to whom it may concern. <br /> <br />The blinding sun of your reality <br />Cannot obscure the frail frost of the moon. <br />It casts its magic light on ancient roofs. <br />There is no language foreign to its form. <br /> <br />A tear or two, my friend, to mist your eyes. <br />No need to reply with an aerogramme. <br />You sent your soul in poems long ago. <br />I think old verse speaks loud for loveliness. <br /> <br /> <br />Editor's Choice I award, Enchanting Verses<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/distance-is-blue/
