Search Not Far And Out

I set out one early tired morn, Before the birds were out singing, Drowsy when felt the yawning dawn, To look for what I was searching, Hoping someone would deliver Me a gift wrapped in grey silver. Ere came the light killing innocence, Awaited I all through the day, All evening, the day when gave way To night that came with stony silence, Which said: what’s searched shall soon be out, If rid art thou of all the doubt. Nature inspires but rare, muse seldom sires, Man must perspire to get what he desires. ________________________________________________ - Sonnets | 08.01.05 |