THE SEEKER, a Poem
I sought my true love
like an eager ferret
dark narrow places
yielded only pain
and reminders.
I sought her then in song
celebration wassail
and the over-smiles
of promising strangers
Echoes of forgotten touches
haunted my silken dreams
silvering quests as futile
as wanton breezes
through broken branches
On a moon-washed hillside
faintly through a quiet mist
a glimpse there
a half-smile
beckoning and bold
a swirling garment
patternless yet providing
the only map
I would ever have
or need.
© clark cook
23 Sept. 2012
