Quest Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

The hearts quest
for power over itself
Was not answered
By the lamp reflected
In the curved glare
Of the China cupboard

Its small pool of brightness
Gleaming.....

Nor the litany
Of the cracked record
Playing endlessly

The same song
Of wantonness
And despair

Explained.....

But the softness
That edges dreams and
Falls in crevices

And the shyness of
Moonbeams that lurk
In the folds
Of curtains

Was there.....