Saturday, May 11, 2019

Questing, a poem


To be with you proves one more task,
as I quest for my holy grail.
Had I but known, I might have spoken;
hope’s glamour will ensorcell those

who must ride forth, their words all sleeping.
A whispered light along the world’s
edge calls me forth to claim this day,
to name this day as ours. I shall,

I must, go questing once again
in you. It leads on to tomorrow,
across rose-tinted yearning dawns
with promise just beyond unreached,

unreachable, horizons. Go,
I tell myself; the quest is not
yet ended, the grail is not yet won.
I’ve set myself but one more task.

Stephen Brooke ©2019

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