I was not man enough to keep you then;
ills felled ability; laid low my drive.
I could not keep our love’s passion alive,
you left in quest of healthy able men.

Care still alive, despite by nation split
Words link our spirits in mail and on phone.
We comment on life and work though alone,
share concern, our fear, how to cope with it.

Were I a god, your love light would be lit,
happiness dripping from flesh into bone,
Vibrant health instead of infirmity.

Were I a wizard, the magic I’d knit,
would bring your soul peace and calm the unknown,
break earthly bonds, dance in eternity,

but I dwell among other mortal men,
no more or less than the others who strive:
A worker bee among the human hive,
lost in the to and fro of now and then.

So simple prayers alone I offer thee--
shine like Hyperion again for me.

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