Quest

Quest ***** Where is thy flute the music! Where, O supreme Soul The Heart, Tingle thy light in the morning breeze, Resonates In the soft cooing of bird, Thy flute and thy call do I invoke, Spread my pierced ears to hold. The deepest is the attachment; O Dear, From morning till night mind roams, The beauty of spring to winter's spear, The darkness is adamant to vamoose, Pain like painted maze hugs my soul; sheer, To thy glory do I look to break chain huge. This little flute of mine the frail keel, For years is with no single rhyme, Sound of variant discord, the Will, Deceived in believing the world mundane, With deep Scathe in heart onto thy sill, For your boon waiting in the empty shell of mine. Thy pity is deep, eternal and love ineffable, In every step of life thou embrace with thy reed, Only bemused is my mind with pixelated choice, Inordinate is the desire and Caitiff becomes my mind, Thy flute is deep and never forgets to invoice, With the waves, birds and beast flower and Wind. In the dark corner of my mind thou sit, With the little flute making tune of mine, Through blood and vain thou breathe; instant, In the heart the music beats with grace, Song flows with no inane space; constant, Only my face is synthetic with deaf Hypotenuse. *******************