O I'm Searching... Poem by DM W

O I'm searching for humane signs among
Fragments of beauty! Yet I only perceive
The shadow of a longing that is now fading.
The spectral rose is grasping for the golden fire.
In the end, I suppose it all comes down to dust,
As it surely must. Yet the ongoing quest for
Warm communion can never be extinguished
From the torn and broken psyche. This I know
To be true, despite the cold, wintry blues of Time
And the vagaries of these dark, mortal realms.