Exquisite Expectancy

 

raven

I crouch within the hollow of my pining soul

while the caw-caw of the raven calls to my being,

presenting me with the conjecture, of that which I am.

Ah precious pearl…….. always slipping out of reach.

 

This following the trail of a mysterious secret,

leaves bitter sweet my aching heart.

While in search for the answer to the unknowable question,

Sweet anticipation is that, which I am left with.

 

While pondering the delicious dichotomy of this forever yen,

The keeper of wisdom calls again to my being,

Calling me to the chase, on an endless journey.

All for the desire of an exquisite secret, forever out of reach.

 

 

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