The Search Poem by Tamara Robalo

Under this glowing lightning
I search for a feeling,
Some shadow,
In the meadow
Of the life I left widowed

In this present past life
Floating harsh from what is past
Blood stops to run at last
To face the truth on burning ash
Follow the colours on the trail
So uncoloured and left in vain


All that's in, is not within
But outside the men of will
Secretly whispering thin,
We cannot bear the searching within