By Selia Qynn 2000

Midnight, and I see
Clouds passing by my window
Through the vast silence.

The lines between us
Lately have steadily grown.
This thread is our bond.

The weave is so soft,
It keeps me warm on such nights.
In my distant world.

Nocturnal wishes.
Alone with my secret word.
Hoping you can hear.

Oh, dearest dreamer,
So profoundly connected,
So clearly apart.

Through ocean's distance,
I span the vast timelessness
To whisper a word.