Another Poem. Untitled.

You are far away,
Farther than China
Or even the moon.

Without you the world is grey,
Dim as ash on a cloudy night.
My only hope is to see you soon.

In my dreams I can stray,
And close the gap between us
Where you brighten my sleep to noon.

But once I wake with the day,
You fade and the distance grows
Until not even imagination is immune.