The Seeker and the Sought...

All the secrets are hidden…
Right there in front of me…
From the pages of the newest tome…
To the wind whispering in the trees…

Still further I vainly try…
In my constant quest to perceive…
All of these open riddles…
Where those with eyes can see…

From book to book, with solemn look…
And by ancestors’ prose and poem…
From brook to brook, with stony look…
And by the twisted paths alone…

Listening with baited ears…
To those who come in sleep…
And staring into lovers’ eyes…
For the spark of kindred deep…

I push, I pull, I pray, I fray…
And yet do not come undone…
So I weep beneath the stars in stillness…
Gazing into my blackened sun…