A rusty bottom mailbox A long arm with bad intent Kept you from receiving Every letter that I sent Painstakingly plainspoken I dictated every line My heart and body broken True communion my design Is it time now, is it time? Is it time now? Once you reconnected with your younger self Did you return the map of morning to its dusty shelf? I wish that you had mentioned That the kids had long since died It's hard to have a wedding With no willing groom or bride The epistle left unwritten Was the one that broke the spell And the endless ocean emptied All into this wishing well. Is it time now, is it time? Is it time now? After you've allowed the sky to see you cry Will you finally not look through me For once not pass me by?
Written by: Paul Milan
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