The Search

The Search Searching heaven birds flying south Trees are singing ants toil free Mysteries galore ships over the horizon Shout, shout freedom pay a toll Ink so stains words cut deep Darkness spits people abstain Intensity, no purpose God loves rain Ships sailing clouds in my eyes Searching heaven birds flying south R.J. Lindley Note: No date, likely written in early 80's,found this in back of an old photo album. Edited a small portion this morn. Form is free verse methinks...