Reading majic's journal

This poem is dedicated to my family which are thousands of miles from me right now in the United States. Written 3 January 2004.

Fifteen Thousand Miles From

fifteen thousand miles from,
a life, a family and feelings of,
a place in which I'd rather be,
to live, to smile, to run free
a secret that's only real to me,
a chest of treasure waiting to be free,
and found and held and kept so close,
to be loved as freely spoken prose,
a gem, a ring a piece of gold,
a legend waiting to be told,
a single daisy growing in a field of grass,
as each moment seems to pass,
I carry my love and feelings near,
as closely guarded as a sheded tear,
I know I'll see them soon enough,
I know it's not easy, life is tough,
my love will remain and be true,
as cold chills the skin through and through.

This post was edited by majic on Jan 03, 2004.