How shall I begin? Or have I already?
As I sit here playing with the words I know,
The thought of your presence flashes by,
Across miles
Of unknown land and alien sky.

I think of you on a starless night,
As I lie in bed with eyes wide shut,
Your voice echoes somewhere afar,
Across miles
Of lush green fields under a falling star.

I watch your intrinsic being come alive,
As I call out to you on a trembling bridge,
You smile at me and fly away,
Across miles
Of clouds where the angels stay.

I drag my existence every day, every hour,
Like a worn out coat on my back,
Till I hear the melody of your song,
Across miles
Of sunshine and the moon along.

I sit down again, to read your thoughts,
And try to say something nice to you,
“Thank you, friend. Thanks a lot.”
Across miles
These are the only words I have got.