My whispers landing light on your ear
-- sweet sleepy droplets of moon
floating slow, clear to your soul --
I hold you dear, echoes of stars ancient
flow draping your absence
in waves of blue, of gold.
I whisper goodnight,
and the night folds distance til you are near.
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes... because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation - Rumi
