Where Does the Search End
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read
Where does the search end, where does the quest lead?
When books lose their print, words lose their meaning
And facts lay heavy on your mind, the thing
You pursue will linger over your head
In the blue sky, in the bird on the wing —
The bird that sang will continue to sing,
Trees will continue springing from a seed.
None of these depend on you for being
(If failure does not lead you to killing),
And when your quest is pronounced to be dead
And buried, perhaps, like some dawn breaking,
You will come to heed, cherish finished deed —
And then, bled of thought, fresh as the morning,
You’ll rise from the dust, ready to be led.


