Comments about Edward Owen
Not once, no, not a day-
nor an hour.
Not even a moment passes by
when my soul's eyes do not conjure up before me
your spirit-warming presence.
I behold your beaming countenance,
simple, yet radiant like the morning sun
at dawn. I smile towards you,
but as our eyes lock longingly
your figure dissipates like the mist from air.
Alas, my heart looks upon you each moment
of each day, with such fondness.
Yet I am unable to speak forth but a single word
and then I will try to forget you
and isolate myself in solitude
Here I am, lying ...