6.19.2014

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