Like mankind's quest without rest
For the holy grail
Enlightenment, unveiled
To her, countless seas has he sailed
And over endless starlit skies
She's flied
An angelic light blessing his expecting night
A comet, engaging, yet passing him by
Centuries
Upon centuries
Contain untold tales
Unfold
Of such mysterious loves
Scented
Sent
As from above
Come and then
Went
In the next
Leaving reason left perplexed
Morning doves
Softly coooouuuuing
Wooing
Then a sudden rage
In tumultuous waves
Brought forth
By some seemingly unstoppable force
The torrent of the ages
Only Now
Presently arriving
At this timing
We're finding
Us
Making the greatest sense
No longer denying, dying
Present, we've dropped the pretense
Where
Being
When
Seeing
Sees elusiveness
The quest
As not the best
But an imaginary plaything
A flickering of light
A fling in the night
From which true love
Gets it's well deserved rest
Copyright (c) Michael Mayer 2007