Post by Kevin Brian Wright on Aug 3, 2006 17:11:02 GMT -5
Longing for the Day
C.C.Whitelighter
The clock ticked a little louder
As it got closer to the time
when the postman would come deliver
messages from home.
Though off duty, still it seemed
his body couldn't rest.
He thought any moment he'd awake
his head lying on her chest.
He closed his eyes,
Back home the miles vaporized
she too closed her eyes to sleep
only heaven saw the tears
from both began to seep
she held his picture close by her head,
he inhaled her perfume,
fromthe letter he'd just re- read
on opposite sides of the world,
in silence of absence and longing
they both began to weep
for the day
when longing would erupt into belonging
when arms and lips would reunite
but for now it would be
longing for the day.
