At Morning, Noon and Night

I love…
…that although we spend the majority of our time apart you are vibrantly and consistently alive in my thoughts and feelings. Where ever I go you travel with me in my heart and mind.

From “To Mary” by English poet John Clare
I sleep with thee
And wake with thee
And yet thou art not there;
I fill my arms
with thoughts of thee
And press the common air.
Thy eyes are gazing upon mine
When thou art out of sight;
My lips are always
Touching thine
At morning,
Noon,
And night