My Dearest Heart

My Dearest Heart:

I mourn us not in separation

but praise our passion’s fire 

that can burn away all distance

I long not for the sight of thy beauty

for your portrait hangs fixed and constant

in The Great Hall of Dreams

I crave not for the taste of your kiss

for it lives in reverence everlasting 

upon the altar of my lips

I ache not with empty arms

for they hold your touch with eternal strength 

received from our last embrace

I weep not from loneliness

but rest easy knowing time will concede

and return to me My Dearest Heart

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   January 2015