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 forest, 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