The Seeker Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I am the seeker of the rainbow
Inside a broken glass

Brightest blue
Turns into orange hue

I am the seeker of the roar
Inside a conch shell

Lulling me to dream
In an empty room

I am the seeker of shards
Fallen in the cracks
Of silent alleys

My life a torn cord, frayed
Cast into the waters

I am the seeker of the blind man's light
A darkness oh so bright

I am the seeker of the deaf man's sound
Symphony of silence
Floating upward, outward.