My lips once formed a question...
Tamyka Bell
When?
But this question was moulded and became
How soon is soon?
Now I can sense the answer will arrive
Sooner,
But not as soon as now.
So my mind forms the next question...
How?
See, long ago I asked, I hoped,
I prayed for
Who? Then I found you
Where?
In a place called home.
What
Is to come I have always known...
Soon you will come to take me home, but
How?
27 August, 2004
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