You wrote a piece of poetry inspired by our meeting,
telling me I am special while you are a gift yourself,
unintended flames captivated two distant chests,
inspirited by intentions that make them want to touch.

Two souls converged in the paradigm of distance,
so longitude can never be a threat.

And if palm trees waving in the summer breeze
are approached by some clouds always cherish that
the rain lets the river flow, the greens grow and thirst go.

No flames can be threatened by any drops,
if their shelter is the heart.

And we will be fine if it’s wet for a day or two,
our genes will recognize the drops drizzling our skins with glow, freeing their essence on us.

Looking in each other eyes,
beaming like children,
stunned at the magnificence of life,
wet outside but warm inside,
with a smile like a magnet drawing our lips close,
where the humidity of our vital breaths,
tells us we are no longer on our own.

Two faraway spirits suddenly near,
a bond born by a mother called distance.

It's a delightful form of power that transcends space and separation and perhaps even anything that you may think of as an obstacle.

A zest with no material attachment to it,
able to make us fly through life, instead of waking.

©Penny Black