Karma Fate Design Linda B 2

Karma ?, Fate ?, Design ?, Linda B. 2 . A sixteen by twenty eight inch sheet of cotton neatly folded – waiting – laying at the foot of my head, in anticipation of passions delight, on what once was my bed. Not to be – no good reason – as plans, passion turn rotten. Rotting with doubt, as you drive on by, choose to carry on. Not a call, not a word, then upon me it doth dawn, that ever time – except for once – preparations made in advance come down to – as you slip on past - I will not have a chance. A chance to feel, to give, to write upon my crimson, satin cloud the essence of what I once was, that now lay buried within a shroud. Can it be chance ?, is it fate ?, or is it the guiding forces of design ?, that are telling me to let it be, you are gone, leave it alone. Que sara sara – what will be will be – I’ll just wait and see. I guess there is little left ?, I should just resign, myself to the fact that I will always be on my own, and it is best, that I let you go, set you free. B. J. “A” 2 April 4th 2004