The quest for an identity
a longing for oneself,
a search, a goal
a bible, gathering dust on a shelf?
A photograph, a name
guessing, scrounging, a game
and endeavour, quest
in poverty, in fame.
A place, a dusty room
a time, deprivation and gloom,
behind, yet still a part of us
will we find out, tell me soon.
A letter, yellowed by the years
a line, standing on its own,
words, a person, a life
winds (of time) having blown.
A lonely tombstone
casting a shadow,
a lonely, crumbling milestone,
no flowers, just fallen petals.
A legend, or myth
a photograph, place
a letter, a tombstone
stronger than rock
weakened by time,
a monolith.
Copyright © 1983 Hans Raffelt, All Rights Reserved.
