The Wall

My long lost friend, I yearn!
But with the rise and fall
of every sun and moon,
Taller grows the wall betwixt.
And now grow even flowers
on mossy stones of my side.
Eagle I am not to soar over,
Nor strong to bend the fate,
Nor whiskers possess I
to dig a way and try.
So I shall remain stuck,
till another chapter read.
Without a wall instead.