Absence... Poem by Rey Sanidad

If to be absent were to be away from you
Or that, when I am gone, You or I were alone;
Then, my friend, might I crave
Pity from blustering wind or swallowing wave.

But I will not sigh one blast or gale
To swell my sail, or pay a tear to pacify
The foaming blue-god's rage;
For, whether he will let me pass
Or no, I'm still as happy as I was.

Though seas and lands separates us both,
our faith and troth, like separated souls,
All time and space controls:
Above the highest sphere we meet,
Unseen, unknown; and greet as angels greet.

So, then, we do anticipate our after-fate,
And are alive in the skies,
If thus our lips and eyes
Can speak like spirits unconfined
In heaven, their earthly bodies left behind.