I'll Be Waiting

 

 

                         Think of me sometimes

                         when I am gone

                         just naturally

                         as a breeze

                         that drifts across your face

 

                         Perhaps

                         we can communicate once more

                         when the sun lies resting

                         on the waters of the bay

                         listen then

                         to the whisper of a tree

                         that may be my voice

                         faxing you a message

 

                         Let your fantasies roam

                         build a picture of what we had

                         jog the memory

                         just a little software

                         to bring me up to date

 

                         I'll be waiting

 

 

                                            Jack Mashman

                                            1993