She Comes and Goes

I am far through the sea’s depth, but still lost within;
I reach my thoughts and speak to myself — but of you…

I ask her to come in dreams, not in life — though I want her there;
I wonder at her eyes each day, despite the tears I collect every time…

I asked her to come and live again, for all the love that still remains;
and she makes her moves, while I waste my time…

She comes, and goes, and whispers — sad, this time;
but I know, alas, she is the one — I laughed through all my past, with a cry.