The Searcher

The searcher – waits – when time stands still
The searcher – abides – by another’s will
The searcher seeks – in silence – dream
To find - to hold – eluding schemes
Wandering – in and out – through days
Intertwining dream and reality – the same
Tempting fate – so - she dare not wait
Give the searcher – an awaited concrete
The searcher – nomadic in deeds unseen
Like a poet – he holds to fading imaginings
Seeking – searching – holding dreams tight
In silence – he dreams – of another’s mans plight
Never wavering – in his constant – examination
Of the heart of man – and his quest of life

Doubt

I am beginning to doubt

Not that Spirit “does not” exist

But rather that man

In all his Infamous folly

Has ceased to use understanding

When seeking mysterious wisdom

Is it any wonder

That this enigma hides in

Allusive shadows waiting

Out our twisted wish

To intertwine the nameless

Into boxes of our self indulgent insight