String of a pearls III

The twin shackles of distance and time
Cannot prevent or confine
But as sunlit highlights of your hair
Strays the eye a moment’s stare
So also these, distance and time
To memories’ whisper pause my mind

In imaginings

The breeze is but your breath on my skin
And the sun but dim
To the light of your eyes
And all the world both curve and line
But fades to you
The love that’s mine