Seeking, Never Finding

I have been searching,
searching for something,
scaling august mountains,
listening to the seas.

I looked in the tiniest hole,
using my eyes to gently probe,
and sat in dark silence,
holding nothing of my own.

But will I keep seeking,
are these answers never found?
Must I forever wander
to places untouched by man?

I've picked baby flowers,
and I've taken life in my hands;
each time I've grown wiser,
but my answer I've never seen.

Even Death has followed me,
and he nearly took me for his own;
I've seen the macabre and the gory,
yet my answer never comes.

But I'll keep on searching,
because what else can I do?
and even if my journey never ends,
my answer will still lie untouched.

Author's Note

Impromptu. D:

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Beautifully profound.. this search that takes all you are and covers the vastness of the sea and the tiniest spaces.. Through darkness and light you carry on.. even life and death... And in the end you give us the courage that we must keep searching... never quit even though the answers lay just out of reach.