Being

My soul has taken flight each night
I spend away from you.
Your soft embrace,
your gentle touch is but a dimming memory.
Reality brings separation,
pre existing obligations,
insubordination against confinement.
My soul has taken flight each night.
My dreams are now with you.

by Ingrid Kern

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beautiful, from one Kern to Another