Distances

he could look into them forever,
the window to her soul
the jewels whose brilliance lights up his soul
and bathes it in purity

her very shadow makes flowers grow
her breath brings forth ice flakes
her words are the strum of a harp
and her footsteps the whisper of angels

he can only look at her through the glass
their distances insurmountable
their hopes unrequited
their sentiments unspoken

yet she wears the crown,
his queen of a distant land
her seat beside him remains empty
and the empty palace halls echo with loneliness