Apart

As I stand beneath this Autumn moon,
my heart is full to bursting,
The dew is lightly on the ground,
whilst my soul is set to thirst.

A world away with spring yet young,
the moon she sees as grass has sprung.
The silver light in shadow cast,
the same full moon upon her heart.

Our souls connect, though distance casts
a longer shadow upon our paths.
Destined yet for angst and pain,
or shall our paths converge... to single lane?