by myself and yet not alone so near and yet so far and yet unlike the stars of promises fulfilled bright and warm and so we kill the silence and the distance with words so colorful dipped from the pools of our soul and the touches are so much like a mother's of a lover everything so sweet and fulfilling sights for the blind music for the deaf words for the mute everything in place love's perfect solace that words would fail to bare the frames and the painting they contain and yet we have to be this silent and distant though the sadness is maddening though it pains to be this way of silence so deafening of distance for we have to feel the emptiness that silence and distance bring to feel, to know if mere silence and distance can make us lose of that we hold so dear of that we cradle in our breast love through east and west will we? perhaps only time and silence and distance will tell if what is our heaven won't someday be hell