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.
Like the sentiment.
That was nicely done.
thanks. really appreciate it.