No longer do lovers

Have to wait

At airport gates,

Or,

Set sail upon such seas

That please

To take them to their love.

The sweet refrain

Of empty trains

Doth signify

Love flies,

In other ways

Today.

Though the ether

Has no sound

It does abound

With such sweet messages

Of love.

The world is small

And all that lovers ask,

While spelling love,

Is that someone up above

Saves their platform

From crashing.

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Owain Glyn