Tyranny of Distance

I hate this time of day … everything becomes so still and silent

They call it the midnight hours, but it’s not my midnight

No , for me the painful silence settles in with the late morning

Coming with the noon sun and lasting until my evening is fading

For that is when the other half rests, are quiet, a silent hemisphere

But for me they are my friends, my companions, those I wish to talk with

My midday hours go by so slow ... alone and unfriended here down under

Those that may be physically closer, on the same clock, seem uninterested

For I have been cursed that the ones dearest to me are not the nearest

Residing over the hills, seas, and far away …

Out of reach now as their sun sets and mine peaks, its light taking them away

So we play a merry dance, never time enough, interrupted by orbs spinning

If not their night fast approaching, then mine and I must away or turn into zombie

The silence of the midday hours haunts my life now, it taunts me daily

I fear its coming, hate its presence, and long for it to pass again

So still and silent … everything becomes, I hate this time of day …