Between Us

So it is... There spans an ocean between us–more than one. And what else? Honesty, now! Lay it on! Continents, seas, shipwrecks, trees, forests of waving kelp and wind-blown leaves Sands, horizons, vistas of endless clouds, sun shimmers on the face of the waters, moon glimmers, thousands of miles, hours by plane, a cowardly horison that keeps running away no matter how much striving I may spend to find myself on your side... What else? Careers, money, obligations, stations, contracts, seasons, responsibilities, the demands of an entire damned Navy, so called reality (which always seems to amount to numbers and words on pages)... I'd find every map, erase the name of Djibouti, Africa, and write in Miami, instead, or vice versa, or anything to erase the gap between us...but for now, only time will suffice to bring us close...but then, love never learned of time or space, of distance or seas it reigns over all, and any dist- ance between us is ours: we are already home