Astrally

The pain of seperation

Like a distant wisp of growing smoke

I rise from myself and ethereally roam

Distant shores and mountain tops

On wind that mystically groans

Through moon and stars

Sent to you, that deepest part

Of myself to fill your dreams

To walk with you on reverent seas

To amble quietly, sodden sands

Footfall after footfall each of mine lands

Within the depth of your own

Weary, worn, yet vibrant soul

Touched in places I cannot hold

Though I know, as they were mine alone