sharing the quest

Amidst some ashen memory distilled, Unfolded all the flowering prose of eye; Beneath the idea of the weighted song, Sat still the meditative poet, I. You knew me in your quiet hours Long befriended neath a cloak of lust; A mouse amidst the scent of wilted flowers, Touched and torched and writhing in the dust. We did embrace the noble thought, We did dare contemplate the mortal; Did compare, complain, for naught While viewing out the portal. And of the hunger and the shame Between the pain and laughter, Sought together life to tame, And brace ourselves for after. Nothing known of consequence or face; Compassion of a child, we were blind. We linked our thought to Holiness and Grace And stepped forth unbeguiled, our God to find.