LEAN ON ME

I see you like man sees the moon, stars, sun
Gone even before they come
I yearn to come close
But the sight is best from afar.
I could stay here and stare
But perfume's essence is inside its jar.

Your words hold my hand;
Stimulate discharge from my poetic glands;
Push the horizons so I'll expand

Extra candles you burnt to stay up late
To hold my thoughts through the narrow gate
Staying an everglade

We're running the same race
Each at his own pace.
Not a race to a prize
But a race to a place.
Winning's how many cross the finish lace. ~ Tee2emm