Sometimes, you want to bridge the distance, be with someone else, someone special, but you can’t. Then it feels as if you, just like Le Petit Prince, live on your own little planet. And you miss your rose.
On a distant world, wrapped in endless skies
I remember the flicker in your hazel eyes
A glimpse so brief, like a star’s last breath
Lost to the silence, to distance and depth
I send my words through the dark, unseen
Hoping they find you wherever you’ve been
Each line is a bridge across space’s expanse
The language of sound, rhythm, and dance
One day, perhaps, our worlds will align
Orbiting closer in cosmic design
Until that day, through stars I pursue
I’ll write my poems, each one is for you