No longer afraid
I see our unity
For I can sense something building,
By the light of the full moon
Tamyka Bell
To be who I am,
To show my true form;
Am I vain
To comb my hair
And stand in the sunlight
And let the gentle breeze stir me?
As two beams of light
Entwined forever,
One golden, one white.
Yet we should not let that which we yearn for
Detract from what we have now
Or distract us from what is at hand.
Looming,
Waiting.
Yes, waiting, that I know well.
I will return to my home.
The sun will rise upon my doorstep
And find me in bliss.
23-24 August, 2004
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