Who Knows? (by Peter Shalless)

Poem 2 of 7 in "Salvaged from Coreys" Volume 2 Issue 3

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WHO KNOWS?

This mystery, where doth it lie?

Under green willows, deep in forest,
Do the truth, doth it lie?

Or in the role of babbling brook
Does it change its ever-changing look?

What is it that I hear
The whispering breeze does tell me to my ear,
The secrets that abound in every hill and dale,
Or will I find it on an ocean high
Under white and smooth sail?

Where? Where doth it lie?
I see it here, I seek it there
Will I find it, do I dare?

A warrior must I be
A wise man, fool and also woman dear,
To wander through this veiled land,
Looking for what must be close at hand;

It's here! It's here!
I know it must be
It's all so simple and before mine eyes,
Where is it? Where is it? This elusive key
That keeps me seeking everywhere
For what I have but to look to find.

I am there! I am there!
O open mine eyes!
And behold behold heavenly skies;

For only what we must want seeking
Doth lie within already heating.

Yes, yes, I am that which I want
But I look all about, but not at the font;
For I cannot want, that which I do not have.

It be here, it be here
I walk within it,
Surrounded by my dreams' quiet spirit;
And every step I walk to take,

I cannot lose it, there's no escape,
From that which my heart doth desire;

I have it, I have it, it's here and now
But where is that blasted key not found?

Do I look and seek and journey?
Or doth the key come, when I do what needs be?

O furrowed worry on such a lofty mission
But can truth lie in simple submission?

And doth that journey and seeking so far,
Only take me to the castle door barred?

The key, the key, I forgot the key,
It's what we need, that key, that key.

---(Peter Shalless)---

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