Long Distance - A Sonnet

Hours upon hours and miles spread between two small shiny red pins on a map. Asphalt and ground span to create a gap hitched and held together by a Red Thread. Despite all the distance that must be tread
 there is steady beat, a pulse, a clap in the still chests of those who lie entrapped in the sheets of a silent static bed. The lovers, the dreamers, they sleep so still as if dreams could close oceans or seal holes. In dreams they are joined in spite of ill will. There lies no gulf, only darlings and souls that are knotted by bonds to hold and fill hearts to say that love cures distance’s toll.