Distance..

What does distance give a man,
But heartbreak, sorrow more than he can
Understand, or evaluate, or even feel 
Until he makes the devil's deal

And sells his soul, for just a chance
At togetherness, at another dance
Under moonlit sky, not just romance
But true love, and a single glance

 When miles and meters rack up high
And a broken heart begins to cry
Tears of blood, and a rending wail
That curses Fate's pen, that rusty nail...

But when at last, the twain do meet
Like jigsaw puzzles, that fit in neat
No words are needed, just a simple kiss
 And all's as before, like nothing amiss...

Some Dreams

Some dreams become memories,
Some lay waiting, quiet, in bed
Some are vague, and their vagaries
Are things, best left unsaid...

Some are vivid, colourful, drawn
Upon the day we spent, in struggle
Some are purely plain, yet born
Of some deep unsettling trouble

Some dreams are funny, some divine
Some, they dare us to cross that line
Between the truth, reality, and farce
Some just make us wish for the stars

And yet what dream remains, but vapour
Upon our misty, dreamy eyes at dawn
But for him who puts it down on paper
And for him, who lets it take shape, be born...