With You Poem by Gert Strydom

(After John Clare)
1
With you I go to bed and do awake
but alone I am and you are not here
while in my heart I do you my own make,
in my mind and soul you do remain near
2
with your golden eyes looking into mine
as if you are right here and in my sight
as if in you there is something divine
while we are apart in the day and night.
3
You did put our marriage on hold,
are constantly busy of other things,
do see your self as defiant and bold
but still to you my heart and my soul clings.
4
I see you when I look in another eye
while now your feelings are contrary,
even birds flying in the deep-blue sky,
while twittering do of you remind me
5
In my ear the wind calls you name,
shadows draw you clearly in any place,
while still my feelings for you are the same:
I picture your eyes: all of your face.

[Reference: "To Mary" by John Clare.]
© Gert Strydom