A QUEST
Wand'rers are few, but I alone
sitting on the beach;
Resisting melancholy, I
opt to mind my thoughts.
I turn inward and refocus
my objective view
About life: where I want to be.
Combing fine sand grains,
sifting through the hour clock;
With slowing, aging feet
Warm feelings aroused.
Eyes on the horizon
flaming fiery red;
Seasoned breeze from the sea:
soft, tactile and fresh.
The sand bank makes a perfect place
To sit in comfort and grace.
To meditate and contemplate
To delve and span
the mystery of Earth.
In vain, my thoughts
become a vanity.
Again, I turn inward;
The voice within directs:
Look upward instead,
and there you find,
the answers to your quest.
© Leah C Dancel
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