The Explorer

The Explorer

There was a whisper of despondency betwixt my heart and lungs.

I called for peace and understanding when I thought I would find none.

My silent tearful screams of drunken pain rang louder than my art.

My fundamental flaws forbade then called the Saul within my heart.

Will I find You in the winter cold, in snow and freezing rain,

or in the warmth of friends and fires long of music and refrain?

Will I find You in the summer sun, in rays of golden light;

in cloudless days of blissful daze; oh, wordless wonder of the sky?

There were intrepid beating fickle fragments clinging to my veins.

I called for stillness, safe and somber; shy of emptiness and blame.

My trying soul could not sustain the farce of "time will heal the pain".

But then again I felt my mind go numb as sorrow was replaced.

Will I find You in the springtime bloom, in blossoms bursting free,

or in the placid tones of bub'ling brooks in vernal symphony?

Will I find You in the autumn chill, in brown and crimson song;

in gentle breeze of passing leaves that blows in soothing calm?

Where therein lay a hopeful joy or gleeful promise of reprise

I'll be responsive and a tenant of potential and surprise.

When repetition snakes it's hand within my reestablished charge

I'll be a stormy sieve of novel deeds that seeks to bring new start.

Will I find You in the natural laws that guide our hearts and minds,

or in restrictive sights and sounds made null by human ears and eyes?

Will I find You in this lifetime long; in temp'rate search for signs above,

or will I find You in my hopeful search for real and worthwhile love?

- Dragan Alexander