For That Which Is Gone

Poem

        Oh blessed, where for art thou?

Amogst the trees?

Amist the clouds?

Along the rolling, slopeing and rising curves of the country side ?

         Seek, do I...

Need I travel long and far?

         Across vast, barren plains, to the highest, jagged and treacherous Mt. tops, shall I travel.

          A journey to find that which was always within; Possibly, as close to the center of the Earth as the largest ocean will allow.

          A cold , crushing, dark, forbidden place...

To where, perhaps, I could bring warmth and light.

          Certainly, all of this must be greater than that which is missing...

In the heart and in the soul.

          It is I who must return home, yet, ever onward...

For that which is gone. 

Author's Note

Your thoughts on this would be great.