Never far beyond beckoning or neediness,
A dreamy constancy unites any separation.
Pondering about the coldness of partition,
And that ultimate first touch of unification.
Bonded and held tightly in certain phrases,
Sentiments travel well in a silent transcript.
Each line absorbed as moments of hugging,
Words whisper from their textual placement.
Distance may be a geographical location at times,
Yet intentions remain steadfast in their presence.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 16/11/2014