Sonnet 44 Something To Find In Our Quest Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

We play with thoughts to have something to hold
As in life often we have to stand by
And since we do not recognize real gold
We keep whatever looks pretty nearby.

We travel til we think that we went far
Guessing always if love lingers to tease
Feeling sometimes we reached another star
Yet our wants we do not completely please.

Turning our heartbeats toward a clear sky
We grasp a rhythm to start our dancing
And our souls in a happy lullaby
Cast the dreams that music keeps fancying.

In our quest sweet whispers are hard to quell
Reverberating beyond common spell.
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