Searching for Truth - A Poem

Wispy winds carry me along

To my shadowed hiding place

Where I write this tender song

Every night of all the days.

I go there in the evenings,

I stay there till the morn;

I pen my songs and leave for dawn

Where waits my life forlorn.

An answer floated by me

Once on a summer day

While I perched up in an oak tree

The answer slipped away.

I go there for the answers,

I stay there till the morn;

I pen my songs but nothing comes,

To light my life forlorn.

-JW