Apart From My Arms Poem by Igor Balatsky

it's a such a long way –
other end of the earth
separation's inevitable
the distance is insuperable
and you cannot change
the direction of silver wings
but I'll be with you
even though there isn't
a hint on my presence
even though you can find
no my step on the sand
I'll become a deep sigh
of the faraway ocean
the fresh breeze
to cool down the heat
the first beam of the dawn
to awake your eyelashes
gentle rain
to quench thirst of your heart
in the hands of the instant
that will seem the eternal
apart from my arms
my sweetheart