Time
goes by and I tread in the shallows and listen....waiting. I'm here
hoping to feel your soft touch or warm embrace. I need you to give me a knowing
glance or just a reassuring nod. Or reach out and take me into
your hands, breath into my ear, and kiss my face once more. Then set me
free. I'll drift out with the tides, through the marsh and reed, and then
back to stormy seas. I'll be here waiting...always waiting.
-Jim
Franks
