I'm waiting in the night for the sound of your footsteps
you coming up the stairs and a knock on the door
I know it's not a dream cause I aint been to sleep just yet
I have to wait a little more
in good time you'll come back to me soon
in good time my mind will overrule
in good time the setting of the moo-oon
but that is if my heart don't play the fool
I know you had to leave had to find out your own way
I know you had to see the whole world what it was
and I'm hoping for the best that you'll come on back some good day
on back to home and those you love
in good time I'll hear all your laughter
in good time I'll hold you in my arms
in good time if not today then after
I'm praying that the world don't do you harm
I'm waiting in the night but here comes a new sunrise
perhaps you will arrive when I am not yet here
just sit down in this chair pour a cup of this coffee babe
I can not wait to have you near
in good time you'll come back to me soon
in good time my mind will overrule
in good time the setting of the moon
if silly little heart don't play the fool
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)