Having been told recently that at some point in my poetry writing it all changed, made me do some serious searching through the times it was supposed to have happened. It was true, and this poem probably was the last of what might be described as beautiful, and into the realm of fantasia and uncertainty. I became embedded into the soul and makeup of what Edgar Alan Poe must surely have been searching for, but quite obviously never found in his own lifetime. Poet Maya Angelou put me onto this quest, which continues to this day. The first poem I penned on this quest, I believe was LOOKING FOR LIGEA, another thing Poe searched for but never found. "To love, we die, or never love one bit..." Poe himself described it as being. And so I return to the beauty of the forest, maybe I will have better luck than Poe. Maya Angelou seemed to think so, and even told me as much.