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What Is A Mile To Love? An observation on the heart

 

What Is A Mile To Love?

What is a mile to love?

A distance to the heart?

Oceans and mountains and skies full of stars

To unsundered souls sundered apart?

Like old songs said in days gone by

No mountain high, no valley low

They said that love could not be lost

But now we know, but now we know.

Lost but ever present still

Like ghosts that walk with timid step

Haunted hands that once sweetly caressed

That long to hold the hand that left.

The heart hears what the ear cannot 

The heart hungers for love it may never be fed

The heart knows the truth when the mind is confused

The heart still lives on though the flesh has long fled.

There is no distance in the realm of love

It disdains every ending like it cherishes the start

From birth unto death with every longing and breath

The heart finds no home till it finds the right heart.

And though that place may seem far away

Past boundaries, borders and seashores and sea

It matters not to the heart that loves yours

Your heart will always be right here with me.

©Voo Shining Stone

2/14/2026 ❤️

RIVERS AGO from Voo's Vault

RIVERS AGO

Rivers Ago

Rivers ago

I fought an unwinnable battle

I thought I knew the answers

But only questions came to light

When I laid my weary head 

Beneath the wayward stars.

You were there, always

An inch away from true love

And a million miles from me

Dancing in somebody else’s starlight

Quenching your thirst with a stranger’s wine

But never mine.

I’ve made it a habit

Of crossing rivers just to cross them

Going from one side to the other

Looking forward, looking back

To see which side looks better

But there’s no difference on either side for me.

You were fool’s gold

When I thought you were pure

Thought I’d found the mother lode of all love

The hidden treasure, the pearl of great price

The shelter for my homeless heart

But you tarnished when I held you in my hands.

Still I hoped

Until hope was drained by drought

And even then, dredged for your love

In the mud of dis-consolation

You were always on the wrong side of every river

Surrounded by broken boats

And I never learned to swim.

©by Voo

Feb 10, 08

             

   Bea's song
 by Cowboy Junkies 

         

I was listening to them

 while writing this.....