LOVE OF SEVEN MILES by Seamus Lowell

Love of Seven Miles

Where the giant left a footstep

Carved deeply into the ground

Leaving a trace of an ocean

Cradling the immense water

You’re on one side, I’m on the other

But I can hear your heartbeat

Where the ancient oaks grew roots

Feeding from the soil

Through the rustling leaves

That tell a thousand stories

I can hear your longing sigh

Where the moss grew a bed

For fairies to sleep

Where they play joyfully

With tinkling laughter, clapping hands

I can hear your whisper

Where swans glide on the surface

Of crystal lakes

They make gentle winds with their wings

And I can hear it blowing every lock of your hair

Where the desert sand chooses to fly

And paints the air red

And makes it hard to breathe

I can hear the blink of your eye

Where the cave’s darkness

Swallows the light

And only fireflies light the world

I can hear you smile as you think of me

Where there’s an army of people

Disappointed with love

Chanting sorrow and pain

I can hear you throw a kiss without a sound

For you’re my only true love

Seven miles or seven worlds apart

I sense and smell you

From the bottom of the heart

Sooner or later, I shall take what I want

And with you by my side, be heading to a fresh start

(This poem originally appeared in The Evolution Of a Heartbeat', Feb. 2019)

Seamus Lowell is my pen name. I'm in my thirties, and do lots of things, including writing. I'm currently working on several projects: short stories, bedtime stories for kids, two sequels for my poems collection, to name a few. I am based in Hungary, Europe. You may connect with me via my Facebook page or Instagram.

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