Now closer than in recent years
separation is measured by sunlight and moon,
by sleeping and waking,
by cell phone roaming charges.
You live on the edge of Empires
divided by perfumed Seas, Minarets and Steeples.
I exist like a refugee in my crumbling Kingdom,
yet still it fortifies my heart.
Once when we were worlds apart
when love still served a purpose,
when I would call you fresh from the kill
our love defied the space between.
If we could hold each other for one moment
just to know that loved had passed,
we might slip gently into night
and loose these rusted chains at last.