Distance


The chill of winter holds tight

Accompanied by the savage wind.

The palled sun gives no warmth.

Does it light your way?

The distant hills bear

No sign of your trek.

My heart clutches thinking

Of the dangers you face.

Are you still there

My Beloved?

I scan the distance

As I always do.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

**This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Distance.  Be sure to check out the fun on her blog HERE.

“Goodnight Love”


My mind and body are looking for solace.  I lie on those crisp white sheets.   My mind drifts to thoughts of you and I smile.

You are never far from my thoughts.  Your whispers of love on the phone are reassuring but little compensation for the touch of your lips.

I look at the stars through the bedroom window.   I try to picture you across the miles.

I close my eyes.  Your face drifts into view.  I smell your skin and feel your fingertips on my cheek.

As sleep carries me away, I feel your lips on my brow and your whispered “goodnight love”.