Twilight was casting shadows on the wall,
The light of day was fading.
My mind was wandering across the time,
As the screen in front of me came to life!
Gradually the mails were moving before me,
Krabbelt of distant times, not expected.
As the voice echoed from the past,
"Hope all is well with you Gene!!"
My hand moved to rub my eye,
As these words from a voice past did come.
This photo attached was dim and dark,
And too, I could not respond.
Again the voice words fade into the past,
The sender did not allow response!!
What is this thing that still seems to last
Through time and miles back to the past.
