How great the distance between us and the sun
yet we bathe in its warmth. The joy of a clear day
that pushes you to your feet and take the step
forward comes from millions of miles away.
It inspires; it motivates. It keeps a smile that
dazzles in its light. Its warm embrace covers
the world. Distance means nothing when you
mean the world, and they become the center
of yours. Yet maybe distance is saving you;
a great divide uncrossable, not by will but design.
If their warmth cozies at this distance, will you not
char in proximity? Will their light not blind?
Their beauty from afar belies their passion;
like moths to the flame, your demise in juxtaposition.
NaPoWrimo April 11 prompt, a poem about a very large thing.
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