Sailing for Searching's Sake

What if our days are better spent alone

than searching for that one partic’lar High?

The searching, seeking, wandering from home

that leads us out of atmosphere to Sky,

awaiting clouds? A perfect Rainbow roams

as far as eyes can see, to rectify

those years undone, so many songs unsung--

Our search for Self already has been won.

Outrageously late for Kerry’s prompt: The Yeats Octave