An Ocean

An ocean
  separates me
from some of the things
        that I love the most.
Water.
   wet and vast.
It keeps me away from...
   My Oma,
mountain air,
  wild flowers and hiking
loved one's hugs... 
        and kisses.
It fills that place-
    the space between.
         I want to hear the bells~
the voices of churches
    tolling to those who have forgotten.
I miss wandering cobblestone streets
     taking in the charm of days past-
people greeting me as I walk by.
   High up in the Alps, being able to see
as far as visibility allows..
      hearing cow bells in the distance
even when
       there are no cows to be seen.
           Open markets, fresh food,
camaraderie... time spent with others.
   Bicycles for young and for old
long walks in the woods
       breathing in nothing but fresh air...
I miss it. I miss all of it.
    Fields of golden wheat
sunflowers looking up at the sun
         all against the bluest skies.
Yes, an ocean
   a huge, vast ocean
separates me from some of the things
         that I love the most
but lucky for me, they will live on
       in my heart,
until we can be reunited
        once
           again.