Seekers

all the seekers show up here scanning for inspiration and finding only dawn and dusk they sink in self-indulgent ego they paint rainbows of hope on life's battering ram breaking through the prison door with fairy tales and wistfulness just before the inquisition they speak of love in spring they claim there is nothing else not even high deeds or poetry at the tunnel's end they see light stars swirl on a starry night a black cloud crosses the moon but then the darkness comes all the seekers show up here and finding only dreams they write them down in verse casting coins into a darkened well