Telepathy
In my head
A pale face grins.
Blue eyes smile
And again you win.
"Come to me now,"
My spirit hears.
"I'll meet you there."
"Yes, my Dear."
Say its me you miss
And I'll send you a kiss.
I'll tell you a joke
To lighten your yoke.
Don't ever leave me,
But if you do,
Leave your laughter
To see me through.
By: Carole O'Terry
Copyright: 2004
"All Rights Reserved"
