The Postman Rang…
This day this lay sleeping on the pillows of my mind.
I reached out softly and pulled you closer to my side.
The postman rang; then I heard his feet shuffle away.
I kissed you gently; I wept, I begged you to forever stay.
The postman rang, the day lay sleeping, as ours souls forever twain.
J. Allen Wilson © 10/2007
Fee
Susan
Be safe,
Karen