separated by distance
atop by the hills
both lulled by lullaby-es
of un muted absence.

sea of blue irises
smile slowly wavering
  time's not enough
she longs for his brown eyes.

in the chime of their hope
from the blown dandelions
and 11:11 wishes
all but for naught.

as the first rain sprinkle
on them under the night
still hope, still wish
on the stars that twinkle.

*p.p