Perfect Dream

My Love is gone and not come back
My heart is grieved for what I lack
No one to share my joys and fears
My sleepless nights reduced to tears

No one have I to sleep beside
No one to hear me as I cried
No one to aid me in the night
No one to hold me as I fight

I miss the softness of her skin
I miss the way she let me in
I miss the talks we used to have
I miss her love’s great healing salve

I miss the way she used to laugh
I miss tickling her lively calf
I miss these things and so much more
I miss meeting her at the door

Were I my life to do again
I would not cause myself to sin
I would hold things in high esteem
And realize my perfect dream

Ken’s Poems