Neverending Quest

The river wanted to love its own motion In my hands in a blond and pink nudity I failed as my strength to hold was poor I bowed down and went to a little brook I looked to my image and it said it's okay Did I cry a little still in the silver raindrops Could I offer red rose vapour to the brook I went to the mirror who so nicely smiled I felt there were further pantoums to read Further mountains to look for and explore I sat before an afternoon, blue absorption, Silence, shadows, twitters in the bushes Music of daybreak and taps on my thought I answered to find sincere quests never end Just then a nightingale sang out in a thrill October 15//2027