Evanescent be the vision I see,
ephemeral be that which I seek..
But I search for I ought,
for without it, I am but nought.
Not for an answering soul,
but for the manifestation
of that which I conceive;
a realisation of my dream.
I will that it be so,
on this firmament be there one;
a hungry roving soul
who hunts but for none.
Across space and time,
will it recognise a kindred one
and in this quest for a mirage,
print footsteps beside mine.
Many a rainbow to be etched,
clouds to be gathered and shaped.
Meanings writ in gathered dust,
winds with secret words lost
Winding roads leading astray,
bystanders to mock and play
Twinkling inns that beckon to stay,
but nary a pause on the way.
Distant are the vantages,
misguiding the truth of the ages..
Yet the fire unflickering,
and footsteps sure, unfaltering..
After every rock and boulder,
stronger does the urge smoulder..
A look at those eyes, unglazed
determination and courage unfazed.
It is but for the journey to aspire,
and a companion of this flaming desire..
Whether the found remains unfound
May our spirits soar forever, unbound…