Last Tempest Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Oh soul, my restless eternal soul,
Cast aside if but for a moment's chime.
Might Imount my last tempest,
For the very first time.

My pinnacle a journey and search,
Destination unknown when found not a perch.
Visions of Pharos, summon my fate please with care,
Praying for that moment, I'll know when I'm there.

Let me go in haste, for the dawn meets the dusk,
If not my soul then it is I, who is seeking the rush.
For once be enlightened facing this evening's sky.
Might I once comprehend, the meaning of 'I'.