I Go in Search

I go in search

of the magicians

the ones that still chant

abracadabra three times

an ancient trilogy revived

 

I go in search of hope for tomorrow;

where wild tiger lilies grow tall,

closer to the sky.

 

I go in search of the poets

who will pave the way

with words willing to inspire

all of us.

 

I go in search of myself

among the dazzling daisies

where I dance as the

moon watches me

discover my heart of soft silk

and the silent soul that fell asleep.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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