You speak in steady pulses, traveling miles in the night green and white.
A hush of lantern-thoughts drifting open and bright green and white.
Your I was thinking of you moves quiet as breath taking flight green and white.
He answers warm, unhesitating, moving toward your light green and white.
Calls missed, then returned, become a rhythm that feels just right green and white.
Distance trembles into a thread pulled taut, pulled tight green and white.
Two voices leaning closer, meeting in the smallest space of might green and white.
June opens like a doorway, offering its soft invite green and white.
Between every hush of distance, I learned the language of your light green and white.
And so I sign my name along the margin of us, softly darling, in green and white.
hello lovely poetess I really enjoyed this ❤️it’s beautiful…
Beautifully penned, CG. Another excellent write with amazing flow and stellar imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian