Summary/Info: A Padawan's lament for a lost Master.
Rating: G
Feedback: If you please! I like to know what my stuff evokes, and I live for a good discussion-worthy analysis!
Disclaimer: Star Wars is George Lucas's invention, and I'm just tinkering with the gadgets.
You aren't here any more.
How I wish that weren't
true.
It's not like me to wish,
though,
for things that aren't.
Your memory will stay with me;
and that should be enough,
but somehow,
something's missing.
Is that how things
are supposed to work?
You're the one who would answer,
enlighten me,
Master.
(How can I be Master,
when I can't teach myself?
But I can;
I must.)
I will turn to you, your memory.
As you found guidance in that
gentle strength,
my friend,
so shall I -- so must
I.
Things will never be again
as they were.
Stay with me,
in memory; and
I will follow you into the sunset--
for what lies on the other side,
but sunrise?
