♫ ♪ ♫ Near Here ♫ ♪ ♫ Poem by aira olayvar

By the finger tips, words are typed,

By reading, the meaning unhide…

True players of words, artist of poetry,

The poesy’s meaning in each poem’s infuse.


One world with different nations,

One word with different notions,

Speculative thoughts, doubts and questions.

Put into words for comments and suggestions.

To dig up for an answer, time too tender to render.


Awry reality, stand straight with this language tool.

Lingo of emo, this is what we are getting used to.

Far yet near, I am here you guys are there…

Personally strange, names was once unheard.

Friends in the air, concealed existence now defined,

By each writings redefined.

For the language of your hearts are read by mine.


I am far yet near, just near here, there to where you were…

With just one click of the computer, hand in hand…

With one read a warm embrace, a warm heart to sympathize…

With warm hello; a “hi” without goodbye.


-aira