A promise kept. . .
A whimper in the night
Solitary as I am

Someone is coming
Need I be solitary any more . . .

Waiting for you now
My dear brother - you know where to come.

When it is time, at longing's last,
To bring YOURSELF to me
So you can bring yourself to yourself

When it is time
When is time?

(I call this one "When".)



K. Lee Bon., copyright, all rights reserved (worldwide), 20/06/2013

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