When Away Poem by luna tsuki

When away I confess
I deem to hear more or less
And long so long appears to be
The furthest end one could hex

When away I endure
But convince myself do not lure
For the sane can spot can see
What beyond the heart's demure

When away I believe
The precious thing to retrieve
Never was or will ever be
But is compelled to deceive

When away, my heart, oh poor!
I forgive thee, if thee is not sure
And when the things I miss don't reach
Let me be, for hope has promised more