The sky

The air

My breath, high

Blow Yours there

Here, I hear

The north wind

You're near

 

 Deep

I am what I am not

In this density

Thick, deep, I forgot

The immensity, the intensity

In her eyes

Beyond the skies and the land

Beside the mundane, the daily tasks

The imprint of her gemtle hand

I carry on my coffee flasks

Empty 

Space, inside and outside

Resonance of her laughter I hear

My heart smiling inside

Bitter sweet she is far and near

Deep 

silently I weep