Miles

Between The Miles

by Heather Stoop

Because existence can become severe
in one day,
just sense me and I’ll be there.
In the minds eye,
I’m not so far away.
If you hold out your hand,
in the whispers,
I’ll become the zephyr.
and besiege you.
If your eye’s upon the stars,
in the crystalline darkness,
I’ll become the moon.
And the light shall guide you.
If you rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I’ll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If you turn outside,
in the wetness,
I’ll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, kiss you.
If you free the air,
in the light of day,
I’ll become the sun.
And smile for you.

Between the miles-
if you need me.
If you need a friend.
Let me be the friend, I want to be

I know when it comes to friend’s I will be sound a little bit melancholic. There is a reason for that but I never want to elaborate about that.

To all my dearest friends who are still together with me, who have been parted far away and for those who I never met but love has tied us down; Lily from Romania, P Dearne in Bangkok, Ellie in Philippine, Ebru and Najmiye in Turkey and all my friend’s who’s names not mentioned but the thought never did ever died, this poem indeed is written for you.

Thanks to you Allah for giving me such a lovely and goods friends. When even words can’t describe the greatness of this blessing.