I am there, even when the darkness hangs like one thousand doors between us both

She laid in darkness
and nothing else,
delicately whispering down telephone lines.
And each word she spoke
marched off into night time
in rows like ants
and marched faster still
until their tiny feet
slid effortlessly upon sinking sands
and turned quickly to wings
that fluttered and hummed
down long roads
and through fields grown high with yellow
and the momentum grew
and the hum
began to sing my name
and echoed
against the empty vast skies
that kept me from her
until the calls reached the window
in the room where I lay
and hovered there
waiting for me to whisper back
and send them on their way
to her, again.