How I wish you were here.
Or I there with you.
Not this distance.
This painful punishment of purpose.
Unfair actions of the Universe
creating love at distance.
Impossible miles
increased by insurmountable odds
of our own creation.
Of my creation.
The price paid
for becoming me.
Damn this misfortune.
This condemnation.
The Divine has no right.
If love is her intention
then why the obstruction?
Seething with silent melancholy
I step to the mirror
and gaze at that man.
See beyond those feelings.
Beyond the frustrations.
Beyond the need for blame.
I am sure.
Confident.
I am loved.
I am servant to the Divine,
and have served her well,
this is not punishment.
Not misfortune.
Not condemnation.
Those are words
that describe how I feel.
They come from within.
Not from the Divine
whose only purpose is Love
and creation.
I will the miles to evaporate.
Command the distance to dissipate.
Speed the flow of time.
Increase the range of my love
to envelop even from here
my love so far away
and a life I have yet to live
knowing that we will succeed.
But still,
I wish you were here.