A week has gone by, now
Here in the light I can see it all...
But in the end, it matters not if I cry,
Tamyka Bell
And I am almost ready to cry.
How did I manage for so long
In the darkness?
It is no wonder I couldn't find my way!
The day and the night,
The sun and the moon,
The ocean and the desert and the high green hills.
As each tear is merely water,
And together, water and sunlight nourish all.
15 August, 2004
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