With Distance

Distance – time and space

The chasm between

What is and was

Allows me to find

Nothing

Distance – like newfound faith

Can come between

What is and was

Allows me to find

Everything

Silence is needed, golden, broken

As I trek into the woods

I must press on

To find something, anything

Distance

Benign

I have become

A brother to dragons

And a companion to owls

My lyre also is turned

To mourning

And my organ to the voice

Of them that weep

And so the mountains become

A lodestone

The forest an escape

An albatross will be laid down

With distance

Silence

Nothing

Everything