Distant

Dreams entangled with a distant land,
Loving too much the shores and skies,
That I had never known first hand
but by a vision that needs no eyes.

Witnessed the mark on men it makes
Imbibed the beauty of its art
I embraced its books but knew its face
by what it wrote upon on my heart.

Distant across hour and sea,
a foreign visage mirrored to mine.
You are no stranger, still, to me.
We’re tightly linked outside of time.