I set out one early tired morn,
Before the birds were out singing,
Drowsy when felt the yawning dawn,
To look for what I was searching,
Hoping someone would deliver
Me a gift wrapped in grey silver.
Ere came the light killing innocence,
Awaited I all through the day,
All evening, the day when gave way
To night that came with stony silence,
Which said: what’s searched shall soon be out,
If rid art thou of all the doubt.
Nature inspires but rare, muse seldom sires,
Man must perspire to get what he desires. ________________________________________________
- Sonnets | 08.01.05 |
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Desires! ! Day and night, In search of the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks for reading this Search Not....of 2005