To live upon
that distant dream,
that one day
I shall find me!
To sleep upon that
cushioned memory
that has yet to be
a part of me-
To sing that song
whose music long ago
I heard - though the
words are yet to speak-
To walk along that
road - myself and me;
And I and we.
That coming together,
in that union of myself-
That sense of finally
being born-
The curtain then
shall fall;
Replete shall I be.
Just I.
In Eternity.
21 July, '07
Usha Pisharody
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-quest/
