Somethings Are Just Far Away

somethings are just
far away,
the heart-shaped cloud
pinned to an orange sky,
the salt of the sea
from the darkening edge,
the giggling of stars
at a midnight feast,
the ravishing half moon
strolling upon a gentle breeze;
somethings are just
far away,
so they can be owned
but not smothered,
touched but not possessed,
journeyed with
but not arrived at;
just so
in the distance
between the longing
and the cherished,
the blues
deepen and seep
into the far edges,
lost in the light
of a world
that cannot be
seen or touched,
but only lived. 
somethings are just
far away.....

Balcony Blues

nothing but blue
fills my eyes,
as I stand and look out
from a balcony high;
sea and sky
merge into one
misty blue space

of nothingness -
why do I feel
something tug
and give inside?
do I have blue eyes,
or is my heart
painted blue for a while?
or is the world feeling
what I am feeling too?
lost, empty,
desolate and blue?
you are here -
in the balcony
watching with me;
you are here
in the blue sky,
the birds, the trees;
you are here
in the blue sea,
the backwaters, the breeze;
you are here,
and yet I feel
you are not with me.