Homesick

Far.
It is not long since the moon crept in
And broke a few silver paces across the deck.
Not Far.
Since the light held your eyes,
As a lonely crystal flew
Across your face.
Liquid.
It is not far.
Since the day waved goodbye to morning
And welcomed politely the afternoon.
It is not far.
Since the earth jumped to caress you
Warm its kiss upon your face encased in nevers and not evers.
It is not far.
To walk to hear your laughter.
No, no,
It is not far.


Natalie Williams,
Wirral, UK
nataliewilliams-gypsybutterfly@hotmail.co.uk