The Enchanting Air Dances A Whispering Tune

Greeting Card

silver is the sky
as I awake each morn
to set forth once again
on that quest for some
intangible I know not what
I am driven
to seek and find it
each day
I repeat
the melancholy journey
to end the day
no closer to my quest
but a foreboding has
overtaken me
my heart has
in my quest
grown cold
then as if by some miracle
I am restored
your smile, your thoughtfulness
has penetrated
the icy surface
that has covered my heart
I am reminded
that my quest is worthless
if it quenches
only the mind and not the soul
for today
I have received a simple greeting card
from you

By
City Kid
August 21, 1997