In Thought Of You Poem by welkin siskin

These times in languor led
Finds the solitude best
In thoughts of you.
My sights, needless to uncover you,
My senses, needless to find you:
Your eyes, your breaths, your skins,
Your touches so very calm,
They reflect before me;
Your words, your love and your profusion
Of passion- undying!
I do not need more; nothing is less valued of you:
Your whispers like the unending songs of saplings,
Your voice an unforgotten resounding of cuckoos,
Your care the eyes of Juliet-
They tenderly seek me,
I tenderly seek of them,
That's the love we possess:
As seas far spread, as winds with smooth,
Quiet constant motions,
We are flung far
Into experiencing the best of jubilant state;
These moments too short to relinquish
For anything other than our cruise
Indeed, across the infinitude of time.