Distance is a maze of amazement.
It’s a play on words and sounds,
a sudden knowing
in courtship, when your hands
reach out to grasp at something
and you find mine
struggling to get away
and lead you deeper into the maze.
Because when you lean into me
to meet my lips,
you’ve traveled further than you ever had.
And I was just beginning to understand,
naive as I’d been,
the cul-de-sac I thought my love had led to
was actually an enchanted door
requiring of me an “Open Sesame”.
So deeper we go,
and deeper we go,
deeper into the maze until
it becomes everything we know
of each other and ourselves.
Until all the fear we felt
became, in a word, and a sound, amazing.
What at first seemed broken
turned out to be a way in.
What first appeared to be deception
was really just comic intervention.
Every single thing we thought we knew
was nothing more than the skin
of what we truly felt.
And we knew what we had could never be
sad, because even though we were so close,
we had already traveled much further
than we ever had.
With this thing that we still share.
And what can be more amazing than that.
What can be more amazing than that.