No cosmos nor atom is infinite,
so we are told all ends.
Yet the spirit within  you,
is the infinite within the finite.
You are a universe never ending,
expanding forever inwards,
as space rushes the other way.

As objects retreat from view
they grow smaller in my eye,
yet as the distance gathers between
you and I
it's as though you're all I can see.

Come with me on this cobblestone river,
to make happy our new-found days,
and fill our hearts with the art-
of each other's eyes,
and the song of our endearing words.

My daydreams of you
are that of daybreak cotton skies,
fleeting and unobtainable,
yet breathtakingly vivid.
It's as though heavenly harps,
singing their crimson morning light,
have your name floating among them,
basking in the wine-stained clouds above.

Your eyes are pearls,
washed with sweet sea-foam
from sugar-water seas,
and cast upon velvet shores
of sterling sand.

Your absence feels like glass-
hands, unseen,
but not un-felt.
The gentle touch of your transparent-
love, shocks,
like ice-lightning.

No distance is too far,
for two longing hearts.
After all,
the kiss of sunlight
still grows fields of flowers.
And in this moment,
thinking of you,
my heart is in full bloom.