fortunate
that you once stopped by
and still are coming back
to rest a while and listen
fortunate
that i have got to know
the you on paper
anyway I have seen your face
on video
and heard your voice
but never been in the same room with you
fortunate
to have made your aquaintance
right now
the world seems small
it always was
and always will be
space is an illusion
the world lets us live with
fortunate
to have you in my life
for any time
in any sort of place
the words
define the meaning
in my mind
the defining of feelings
is a tender business
fortunate
that we seem to be
on the same wavelength
silently travelling
down the glass cable lines
fortunate
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
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