I have never been fond of rhyming poems and creating them, but I suppose we all have to branch out of our comfort zones every now and again.
Distance and Time
Time stretches out in endless possibility,
the distance between us internalized within me.
Between here and there, promises and sighs.
And the fear that sweet whispers are naught but lies.
Imagined hellos. Imagined goodbyes.
Imagined children, with deep, blue eyes.
Longing and aching to have you near,to be one of the things that you hold dear.
Time stretches out in endless possibility,the distance between us, internalized within me.
I am a fool, a dreamer, a maybe lover.
As I sit here alone in quiet wonder
at what it would feel like to be more than a friend.
And share in your every beginning and end.
Jennifer Claywood 