I wish I were a literary scholar
just so I could better understand
all your lovely eluding words
you make one so dearly wish
for such fanciful things
oh, if only I possessed just
one page from your brain's great
many precious books
why, I could be a human thesaurus
of nature, love, tragedy, farce and birds
man's mystique would no longer fail to
baffle me at any point
from wherever I choose to turn
what must you have been like
what dreams drew open those
creative coffers in your mind
and could you
would you
share them all with me
in Heaven
or 'Nearest The Like'
if there you I just so happen
to find
with a slow grin that has steadily
grown from the well of some
sweet, private peace
I take such beautiful silence
as a resounding yes
so thank you so much
my dear Mr. T.S. Elliot............
(July 2, 1999)