Unbaked cheese.

Sometimes I wonder
if you can hear me from far away.

From far beyond the apex
of the highest mountain
of that mountain range
that ends in a slope
down to a vast plain,

and even beyond,

where rocks fade to fertile lands,
but where meadows never became.

Beyond to where 

the glimmering sands

touch the sea, 

so pale and blue,

beyond the horizon

where the sun breaks through.

And somewhere beyond 

in your abode

Can you hear me there?

Can you hear me close?