Closer than the horizon she stands.
The winds break, the clouds part for her.
Her silhouette ensconced in the dim fading light.
The world stands silent with her at its border.
Standing somewhere just out of reach.
Not mean, not quite invisible.
As though a veil of transparency be upon her.
Or an unknown field not yet permeable.
My hands reaching out to clasp her own.
Distance separates us, so do a million other forces.
I cannot comprehend the task at hand properly.
Nor can I understand the bizarre force connecting us.
Bringing me to her, setting my mind free.
Allowing the ink to flow without relinquishing effort.
Holding the pen and loose paper steady with a smile.
I dream on merrily, even death may not break us apart.