Far from the delicate forget-me-nots,
Lining golden paths Elysium bound,
A bold knight errant, on his charger trots
Toward twilight, where timeless shadows are found.
His argent shield from moonlight is crafted,
His sword, from the golden light of the sun.
His silver spear point on oak is grafted;
His shield from diamonds and starlight is spun.
With purpose invincible, forth he rides,
With armor of adamant he is blessed.
He’ll seek the deep pool where knowledge abides,
Until resolute, he completes his quest,
And armorless, he can ride unconfined,
Through the rugged, wild places of my mind.
Sometimes, when I’m searching for something I used to know, it feels like the quest for the Holy Grail…