your kindness finds its way to me
through rough wind and daring sea
past pining men with empty plea
to my empty letterbox, with love and mystery
I recall your easy face and gentle smile
those tender eyes that know no guile
moonbeams soaring over the mile
to my empty letterbox, with love and mystery
they find me, eclipsed and wanting
all the lost years that are haunting
my hopes and dreams undaunting
because you send your unrealized lovely
words to charm me and disarm me
with heart and song sweet memory
to my empty letterbox, with love and mystery
Randy Hurst
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