Things Far and Near

I see things far and near.
Nearest are you, just there across the table, distant in your thoughts.
Farther still are the hills of changing hues that always remind me of you.

Now white clouds douse the pale hills and make them fade.
Nearer, the minarets, towers and steeples shimmer in the fading light.
Nearer still your quiet musings blush your pale, rouge-less face, then on one single thought turn it crimson.