Ever Near To You

From distant hills I see your face,
so sweet and kind and filled with grace.
I think on how much joy you place
in this old heart.
Through thick and thin in time and space,
your words speak Art.

Proud are my secret thoughts of you,
breathing your happiness too,
my praise in your name is overdue.
A field of gold,
how fragile, like a stick of bamboo,
is your story told.

Like a wishful dream of whalebacks,
like a tale with a cul-de-sac,
like a little girl in blue-black,
your eyes are a mystery.
Like a a gracious and wise paperback,
your words are history.



Done in the Burn's Stanza Tradition
aaabab.
Lines 1,2,3 and 5 all rhyme and are in tetrameter.
Lines 4,6 rhyme and are in dimeter.

Three stanzas.

I modifed this form only slightly to include what I wanted to say.