Marking Every Page

We are like the stars, dear
They are so far away
They seem to be touching

The really distance is never seen
It is only felt when you are among them

We are like the ocean, lovely
Big and imponderable
Starkly blue

So vast you cannot hope to swim it all
Deeper than you can fathom

We are like the clouds, honey
Floating above it all
Strictly departed from it

Above the rest, able to look at it from afar
The great escape marks every page

We are like the mountains, sweetheart
Tall and brooding
Brilliantly recluse

It's possible to claim, never truly conquer
Timelessly stoic and never amiss

We are like the wildflowers, dearest
Scattered but beautiful
Aimless but on target

Never possible to tame the true colors
Where they chose to take root is left unto them