Shakespeare's Sonnet, number 44 an interpretation
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
If I were able to project my flesh bound consciousness
into a luminous, thought responsive, ethereal body
injurious distance would not bar my way
We would no longer suffer the pain of separation
for then despite of space I would be brought
I could be with you regardless of distance
to limits far remote where thou dost stay
I could be wherever you are
no matter that my foot did stand upon the farthest earth removed from thee
distance is not a reality on the ethereal plane
for nimble thought can jump both sea and land
thoughts have no geographical boundaries
as soon as think the place where thou might be
I'd need only think of you to be with you.
but ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
I am painfully aware I cannot liberate myself from my physical body
to leap large lengths of miles where thou hast gone
I am unable to enjoy your injuriously distant presence
but that so much of earth and water wrought
while bearing the cumbersome restrictions of this earth plane
I must attend times leisure with my moan
I must pass the lingering time away from you in sorrowful longing
receiving naught form elements so slow
immediate gratification is not possible as long as I remain bound to my physical body
but heavy tears badge of either's woe
inconsolable sorrow reassures us of the sincerity of our mutual affection
