To a friend somewhere in Chicago
In your hands you have the sun
In my heart I have the moon & stars
We fold this wide distance like
A paper, a letter where we have once written
Words that rekindle some old fires
Long, long time ago
I sleep in the dark and there you are
Lost and finding your way out
From so much light
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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