Lonesome Blues...

Days with nights
Seldom collide,
Waiting restless,
Dazed hope in stride.
Distance obscure,
Parched rains pour.
Sweet scent fragrant,
Fading folklore.
But wish they still,
Of adoring arms,
Of Caresses long,
And doting hugs.
But a bridge to cross,
To miles reduce,
So sail across,
Mighty lonesome blues.