To Liz            16th April 2002

Well, sweet Inspiration

Who with a smile dids't touch

My breast, my mind, my lips

With thoughts that had stagnated years ago.

And with a word

Did cross that electronic void of

Countless miles

In one sweet second.

Stay, don't fade away

As countless others in the past.

Inspire me more

With tales of mountain springs,

And canyons deep,

And waterfalls,

And roads that wind among the hills

Of that far distant nameless place.

Or fly in silver bird

To Africa,

Where elephant and lion

And naked native breast

Still roam the plains.

Or sit and ponder in the night

And think of one

Inspired

At last.

(6 months after receiving this poem Liz flew from America to join me in South Africa.)

© Michael J. Mason 2002