When did it choose to flee
or was it forced to go?
Why did it take leave of me?
Oh, how my heart yearns to know.
I sense a spark of fire.
Maybe it's not too late.
I must pursue.
I cannot tire.
It's been way too long.
Be patient!
Wait!
I reach out to, once again,
grab 'hold.
But hope is ebbing.
I have to be bold.
I cannot slumber.
I cannot stop!
For it would all have been in vain
And
I MUST LIVE MY DREAM!!!!!
10-29-03
Martha's Moments With The Master
