In Search Of Eve
I’ve spent my life in search of a treasure;
and now, that I’m growing old;
I have much regret for my time of leisure;
a bill of false goods; I was sold.
I sought that treasure at a rainbow’s end;
but, rainbows are only light illusions;
time has a way of making truth descend;
exposing my false conclusions.
I should have only been searching for love;
true love is the ultimate gift;
I left her behind, in the garden, above;
and now, in love, I’m bereft.
I can feel her energies of love, surrround;
tho darkness keeps her from sight;
in this physical world; it cannot be found;
I can only see her distant light.
I’ve searched all horizons to find my love;
but, that wasn’t the right place to begin;
I wasted my time searching heaven, above;
but, love is the truth, residing within.
Living, by myself; I’m half of a soul;
lonely and living in defeat;
my writing’s become a temporary role;
only love will make me complete.
Love is never obtained by simply taking;
that isn’t how we’re meant to be living;
my mind sees my Eve; her heart breaking;
true love is achieved, by giving.
Monty 3/10/24. # 2,042