Eternal Question |
| by Christie White |
What is this thing?
This thing that we all search for . . .
This thing that flies you to the
highest heavens, Only to send you
racing back to Earth
like a fallen angel.
This thing that cuts your soul like
the mighty Sword of Camelot,
Then nurses you back to health with
its healing touch.
This thing that creeps in the dark
and still of the night and steals
your heart and soul like a thief,
Only to return it to you battered
and torn.
Where is this thing we cannot see,
but know it's there?
Where did it come from and where
does it hide when it leaves?
Why do we hunger for something so
very elusive ad mysterious?
Where is it?
What is it?
What do we do with it, once found?
What do we do with ourselves once lost?
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