Long time no talk, guys.
When I read the words,
feel the emotion,
Memories stuck in my heart...
familiar faces,
caring words,
and the moment of you and me
will be always in my mind...
If you were coming in the fall,
i'd brush the summer by
with half a smile, adn half a spurn,
as housewives do, a fly.
if i could see you in a year,
i'd wind the months in balls-
and put them each in separate drawers,
for fear the numbers fuse-
if only centuries, delayed,
i'd count them on my hand,
subtracting, till my fingers dropped
into Van Dieman's Land,
if certain, when this life was out-
that yours and mine, should be
i'd toss it yonder, like a rind,
and take eternity-
but, now, uncertain of the length
of this, that is between,
it goads me, like teh goblin bee-
that will not state-its sting.
I believe you will come...