Between The Miles

[Letha Robinson]

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.

[Letha Robinson]

Thank you, Turquoise. So are you, my dear.

[ernest camel]

your poems touch my heart deeply, thank you my friend

[Letha Robinson]

I'm glad this poem touched you. Thanks for the comment. And you are welcome.