Experience-Distant
In the incompleteness of our days,
where emotions are rain clouds away,
what is left to feel amidst the plains,
flat and full of barley wheat tears?
No, this is not sadness showing here;
that may be so in places beyond,
but distance never mattered for you:
it was more the dreams in the end.
Ah yes, the dreams we are so used to,
shaped, molded, built-up and eroded,
like mountains made to move by a god
too young to know what romance is.
