<--1:35 PM November 22, 2003-->
THE KEEPER OF THE FLAME ~ THE TEACHER AND THE STUDENT PT. 1
I keep Reading through all the Pages of your Letters.
The Pages have Started to age Yellow with Time.
So many Creases from being Read over and over again.
I am Looking for a Sign.
I am Looking for a Silent Plea of Help.
I am Microscopically Dissecting each and every Sentence.
Had I Overlooked your Metaphors.
Were they too Potent for my then Imature Imagination to Understand.
I can still remember your Reflection's in Candle Light.
Quickly using Paper after Paper.
Trying to be Quiet not to Disturb me.
Pure Genius at Work I thought.
While you Purged your Soul Nightly on Pages and Collapsed in Sheer Exhaustion by first Light.
I could only find Simplicity in Sunrises.
Like a Child on Christmas Morning I would Anxiously read what you wrote.
Your words Flowed like the Calmest of Seas.
You could Engulf all of my Senses at once.
Trying to Read at such a Rapid Rate the words were Falling off the pages.
Trying to be Silent so as not to wake you.
To Be Continued..........................