At A Glance.

Wouldn't it be better
now?
Shouldn't it be better
somehow?

Wishful, wistful, blankly
I stare,
Chasm, miles wide, home
over there... Somewhere,
Distant, thinking, off I
glide,
Pride?

Eyes, aplenty, so full
and deep,
Lost, in fancy, still
long I wheep,
Praying this heart never
crack and seep,

Move along, it says,
but never a chance,
Just to finish the dance,
longingly for that
one sideways
glance...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
11/4/2012