Journey Unending

A poem of longing.

One day in my dreary and weary life,
it dawned on me like a drunken tattoo
scarred as if done by a surgical knife;
walk day and night to find a trace of you.
And so I did; I walked and searched for love
until my feet bled and the gray sky cried
as if my sorrow stirred angels above,
but with these angels my only hope died.
For I found not a trace of you; nothing,
though I did find some tarnished silverware
resting in a strangely placed fairy ring
along with a plastic orange, grapes and pear.

If some day I find you, we’ll have supper
and on that day my search will be over.

Author's Note

An honest and constructive critique would greatly be appreciated.