A voice across a distance vast
Calls to me, the dreaming past,
This love, no longer just a dream,
as I, for you, am falling fast,

And I, my love, had just begun
To think that all mine love was done
As if mine heart had gone to sleep
Then, you woke me, my beloved one.

Now, to you, I pen the verse
That will remove the sleep, its curse
Of dreaming in this solitude
That now I see was so perverse.

To think I’d not predicted this,
The wonton need of your caress
And soulful eyes, loving me,
And mine surrender to your kiss.

I, the one who always knows
Where and how her water flows,
Is suddenly cast into the realm
Of sweet surprise where no one goes!

The gods have other plans, it seems
For now, reshaping all my dreams
To lay you there within the mist
With me to figure what it means.

It seems the die is truly cast
to form a love that's borne to last
for as we ford this cyber-stream
we build a bond that reigns supreme.

The time is coming nigh, it seems
for these two hearts to live their dreams
The distance now that cleaves between
the love they share, shall then be seen

To be reduced to nil, and then
Their Fates fulfilled, will likely blend
And form a weave whose threads are strong
to which these hearts will then belong

Embroidered art of passions free
Shall these two lovers ever be
The Gods did fate these two to find
themselves forevermore entwined.

And as we wait the appointed time,
Our love flows ever to the rhyme
That from our pens and from our hearts
We share our Art as love sublime.

Embroidered here by the gods own hands
To shape from two of distant lands
One soul whose spirit lives as Love
Praise be these spirits, gods of man!