Objet Trouve Poem by Jeff Rushton

Mystery, exotic, my objet trouve yet unattained, not even named
With eyes that never end and spirit that loves to stand
The questions and troubles that exist beyond the obvious, I want to assist
The fire that burns within, I want to kindle and show the heat of its eternal flame
The greatness and beauty of your being, are a simple inkling of the whole
The beating of your heart is the palpitation of my breath, unrest, peace, blessed
Of the many destination I have been, there is yet a place I would rather embrace
Your arms, your heart, your body, your soul, in love, or in fulfilling questions above.