Clockwork

Regular as clockwork

Though not so constant

You flit into my life

My sometime companion

Then vanish as though

You were a phantom

Or the sweetest of dreams

But you always appear

When the clouds begin

To roll across my sky

And bring with your smile

Just enough rays of the sun

To allow me to see

In the reflection of your eyes

Myself, as I stand

And I am not alone

And I am not afraid

And I am not weak

And when my strength

Is rejuvenated

To the point where I

Can continue alone

You depart, leaving behind

Vague promises

Which leave me hopeful

Though somewhat empty

For promises cannot hold me

And promises cannot carry me

And promises cannot comfort me

For long.