A chink of Canadian Sunlight lightens up my room,
Which in England is no mean feat.
Across great seas and barriers of time,
At computer screens we meet.
She is a radiant vision,
Brought through in not quite HD
More importantly she did not run for the hills,
Upon first sight of me.
Sometimes I rise early,
Let the sunshine in,
Curse international time zones,
For as her day ends as mine begins.
Maybe one day soon,
We’ll meet but not as binary code,
But right now I’m happy enough,
On the fibre optic high road.