Miles from where you are.

I find the map and draw a straight line. Over rivers, farms, and state lines. The distance from here to where you`d be, it`s only finger-lengths that I see. I touch the place where i`d find your face. My fingers in creases of distant dark places. Your words in my memory, are like music to me. I`m miles from where you are. I lay down on the cold ground. And I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your arms. After I`ve traveled so far, we`d share each other like an island. Until exhausted, close our eyelids. And dreaming, pick up from the last place we left off. Your soft skin is weeping, a joy you can`t keep in. I`m miles from where you are. I lay down on the cold ground. I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm amrs..