Waits and measures

by

Monty Bing

If you were but one day away...
I'd see tomorrow as a child sees Christmas:
loath to sleep,
rushing to wake.
~
If you were but one journey away...
I'd await the train with a smile so broad
leaving fellow travellers no choice but to think:
'There sits a man so happy,
or a man quite insane'.
~
If you were but one hour away...
I'd accuse my watch to it's face:
'You are you deliberately going slow?
Carry on like that and you'll go in the drawer'.
~
If you were but one mile away...
I'd ask the world to keep the noise down,
that I might hear your steps.
Intrigued so, everyone might help me listen.
~
If you were but one room away...
This room would need no open fire:
your radiance permeates the stone.
You'd return to find me asking:
'Did you catch me... osmotically basking?'
~
If you were but one step away...
I'd see your eyes reflect my eyes
reflect your eyes reflect my eyes.
Mirrors mirrored:
the room, the world, all else, dissolves.
~
If you were but one whisper away...
You'd ask me can I hear a noise.
I'd whisper... 'shhh',
then curse my thrumming heart.
~
If you were fully in my arms...
The world may end, if it so wishes.

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