A thousand miles or a few
you carry my heart with you
I want to be with you
wherever you breathe
Time grows heavy and still
passing away from you
Tides murmur the sound
of long restless seas
Lord, if you would
construct a storm
to move the world
like a globe of snow
shaken by a child
rearrange north south
east and west
make every path
bring her home
make fewer the miles
Just let me see
You’ve
brought her home
to
me
Write here, Joel. 
I appreciate the longing in this.
Thanks!
breathe? or breath? – Like the poem!
Thanks for catching that; consider it fixed! Thanks for the complement!
Joel, you’re welcome. Being a novelist has its ‘drawbacks’ – I’m automatically proofreading as I read as when I write. Many blessings! Carley
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