The great divide

justam

The divide keeps getting wider

I can wave across the canyon

I can blow kisses that you might be able to see

with strong binoculars

I can sing songs but the sound 

will mostly get lost on the air between us

when distance is great,

a soft voice like mine doesn’t carry too far

my resources are spiritual, not material

I’ve accepted the way it is

I live here, you live there

you can go anywhere, fly so high

I have to walk on the ground

it’s a lot slower, even with my good will

I send the best wishes and love always

maybe with your great freedom, 

you can come visit me?