A poem about human love seeking…
The Quest
3/22/08
We find questions are the ties that bind us
While answers just defy us.
The “quest” is something we share,
While “meaning” is up in the air.
Hope and hopelessness act as daggers
That cut at our flesh like razors.
But love, oh love, is what keeps us smiling -
Keeps us dying again and again.
Lips touching is a great illusion,
But the breathless sigh of exhaustion is no delusion.
One step, two step, three step…
Through the hall and down the path.
I know you are there waiting,
I can smell your hair.
The mission of this website is two tiered: 
