Often away

Off and away, 
often at sea - 
Sometimes I'll find 
what you meant to me. 
Out in the wastes,
off in the wild, 
I'll hear the coo 
of our thoughts' lovechild 
Things never done 
and things never born 
are hard to bear up under 
through these storms, 
but gardens and groves 
we'd planted in mind 
- still I do tend
and bear fruit, 
sometimes.