aloque

questions abound in redundant verses

that translate my waking thoughts

answers are as far away as the reaches

of horizons distorted by deep desert drought

i am not a seeker of infinite wisdom.

i do not need a fountain of youth,

not even the keys to the kingdom.

my holy grail is a sweet memory of you

that has lingered forever on my senses

our paths will cross, fate and truth

cannot forever hold up their defences.