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 hearts,  
inspirited by intentions that make them long to touch.  

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

And if palm trees wave in the summer breeze  
are approached by 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 recognise the drops drizzling our skin with glow,  
freeing their essence upon us.  

Looking into each other's eyes,  
beaming like children,  
stunned by 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  
whispers that we are no longer on our own.  

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

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

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

© Penny Black