Waiting, waiting, for her return
Seems like, at the end of it all
That's all I can ever do.

I go do my thing. She moves on it her life.
And we come back together so briefly.

How many times has my heart written letters??
How many times was she conjured in my room??
Did she know she was visiting??
Could I reach the far away land and touch her cheek??
Would we ever be together??

My whispers to her are in the greenest reeeds
She told me once not to turn around
As I left.
Lest I see her weeping for us.

Or is it with absence of another
She seems the only choice
Is it re-occurring infatuating, or
The silt clearing out of the water to reflect true.

When will I know??
Will I know??
What will tell me so??
Will it be the stars?? Her eyes??
Tarot cards?? Reactions to other guys??
Things I can't buy??

Or will I ever know??
Will this paradoxical conundrum tattoo, fade and return
Saying simply here I am
The biggest thing in your past.

For the present I have not
And God knows why I never understand.
Screaming simplicity and love, I reach
Into the darkness for that
Which is unknown, plausible, yet improbable.

But it makes me smile and it's ok it nothing comes.
For once, long ago, we had something indescribably simple.
Enough to make even me smile.
Can anything else in this world be as sweet as that or her??