Separation. Plagued by distance.
I foretold that depth covers alone,
My own regards embraced by lands.
I’ve said my path is formed itself,
Not knowing if that stays by truth.

Felt the breadth of much solitude,
To take blessings through my senses.
Grounds I sufficed by them to walk,
Travel I believed, more than I stand.

A pace that tends my heart solemnly,
The only thought which says continue.
This blessed aching alone defeats me,
before again, on legs, I rise unjustly.