She Comes And Goes

                                           As a breeze will blow hurriedly
                                                  across a sunlit prairie,
                                           or the last winter snow will fall
                                     and blanket a cold country landscape,
                                                  I find to sad revelation
                                                  that like those things........
                                              my angel comes and goes.
                                                Sometimes,she smiles.
                                                Softened lips will open,
                                         and angelic words will spill forth
                                       as the waters of a rushing waterfall,
                              and they splash helplessly through my heart...
                                             ....and straight to my soul.
                    Even still,like the sunrises and sunsets of evenings past,
                                           where I call melodiously to her......
                                      My angel once more,comes and goes.
                                            One day,she will come again.
                         And then will I wait for her at the gate of my dreams
                                                     for her sure arrival.
                                                 And when she passes,
                                    I will claim her to me,asking with a kiss
                                        for my angel to depart never more.