The Sea She Waits For Me

The sea she waits for me With breath as deep as memory And when the shadows run Upon the sonnets of her face I find no hour can replace The season that is she Though fall and winter’y air awake For there are seasons like to sea Not summer sweetness or fall in memory But tis a season in the soul Like sea whose depth we cannot know Thus sea when midnight takes the world And its depth seems deeper still I find my mortal spirit stirred By depths of season like to her Thus there is season, and there is sea Both by reason seem to me Like she who waits for me Like sea with wave hypnotically --like sea I know she waits for me With depth I cannot reach.