-Sonnet-

your touch, my one, is interminable grace
but you're seldom close enough to have, to hold
and the miles, dear, are excruciating
you're here, in dreams, but I open my eyes alone

for years, for you, I've felt desire's strongest fist
you off and ran to join the sea
and deathlessly, you have been missed
but devotion couldn't be chased to leave

to live, to die, but never grow old
you will not succumb, in me, to distance's ache
rather, survive in my heart, forever enclosed
and through forever, you will never fade

for me, you have eternity's grace
and through years, through time, you'll never age

Copyright 2001 by Susanne Estelle