A Sonnet Of Sorts: For All The Seekers Poem by DM W

Life's surreal procession moves on.
My words are now seasoned by time,
Vivid rituals...occasions.
I've tried to search for the sublime.
I've mined Vision's fertile soils.
I've dug as deep as souls can go.
I'm still seeking, despite my toils,
For Beauty's frail, singular Rose
Still I've unearthed hidden treasures,
Amidst the dross of the ages.
I've juxtaposed pain with pleasure
And made my mark on pure pages.
Yet this cruel labour I will cease,
When I create my masterpiece.