The Telephone Poem by James McLain

Even as I speak you are asleep,
The telephone.
As weary as you are, yet you still listen
To my voice,
And I can hear the women down the hall,
Where the music that she plays is soft and
Pleasant to the ear, the moon and stars.
I can hear your eyes begin to droop, a lullaby.
A monotone my voice, your dreams are mine
About yourself.
The telephone is used because in love, were
Far apart.
Halley's comet will pass by, but we're asleep
In our soft bed,
And many mile's apart in time untill you have
To wait, the telephone.



Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018