The Yearning of My Heart

Listen to the words as you walk the corridors of the Ancient Ones
Whispering among themselves
High above the shelves

I dream of being bound in leather
My Name -- will it ever be anointed in gold?
I long to be among the Ancient Masters

Footsteps echo faintly in the darkened Majestic Room
Fingertips carefully caress my leather bound cover
My Words -- will they be reborn once again?

This is the life for which my heart yearns

Property of Joy Elaine -- October 16, 2000

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