Walls

There is a wall, a yawning rift

A glass between two plates adrift

I see you shout and start to wave

We talk in riddles, speak charades

Picture worlds we've never seen

And I'll hear things you'd never mean

Still I will aim to see your side

And you'll know that I truly tried

And though my darkened spyglass view

Could never hope to capture you

Through forests, over hills and moors

My canyon wall leans out to yours

There is a wall, a yawning rift

A glass between two plates adrift

My separation and defense

My constant curse, my preference

Would that I better understood

How to draw near, I wish I could