A stitch at a time

 

My love knows not

the oceans,

nor the continents

that divide.

It sees no void too great

or space too vast

for hearts to collide.

My love witnesses not

The ticking of the clock

or the aching chasms of time.

It only knows the beat

that lives

in this heart of mine.

 

My love sees no borders,

nor hillsides too high to climb,

it doesn’t appreciate the ice

as it creeps in glacial tides

across mountains that

have stood

through storms and floods

for aeons.

A testament to time.

It only sees the heart that races

and all the aching feelings inside,

when two that should be one

are not on the same pathway

whilst their stars are so aligned.

 

My love isn’t bound by

distance, it sees

everything across

the vastness of this

exhilarating existence

unwound 

like threads of time,

linking hands, across

the grand cosmic sands,

and it holds it all close.

Pulling those threads,

feeling the intertwined

storylines

of the weaving strands

as they sew themselves

into this cosmic tapestry.

A stich at a time.

Or does it unravel 

at the way two

can yearn for so much,

yet learn to weave away

from that which is divined.