Passing Strange

Wistful Letter...to Me

Wistful Letter... to Me

by sloanranger

I go into my room

Turn on my bedside light

Choose the book I am to read

Lorna Doone it is, tonight.

I go back to my desktop

And send you out a line

A simple e-mail I compose

To see if, you are fine.

To ask if you're well rested

Are all your problems small?

And, of course I worry when

you don't return my call.

My faith is tested then,

And oft times, I don't pass;

Regardless though, I climb in bed -

and hope that we will last.

And later in the dark

Bedclothes to my chin

I prod that spark within my heart 

till embers form within.

Remembrance then flies to me

tender feelings come

Sweet and sensual words from you 

rare - not oft spoken.

But tired, I am tonight

Not to mean dismissive,

Trying hard to hold on tight

as I write this missive.

And sleep will do me good

a dream of you, even better

tomorrow is a brand-new day

just so... I close this letter.