So many roads to get to always.
Such an elusive capture is she.
No net will hold to ensnare her beauty
Or bid her to linger in bad company.
Vainly I’ve traveled in quest of her glory.
Dozens of byways have beckoned my soles.
Futile in pilgrimage, seeking her counsel.
So many questions.
So many holes.
Yet always prevails,
A foraging fugitive, live and immortal
As I long to be.
Sheltered by universe,
Vast in the knowing,
Twelfth star in heaven’s
Unreachable sea.
No comments:
Post a Comment