Finding IT

The Search

Searching the creative how-to
is special mix of drowning hue,
Squeezing hidden mem’ries of time
Of black and red, and violet-blue.

If I could just dance you or mime,
My body’s use wouldn’t be a crime.
Tis as easy as one-two-three
BUT I struggle to seize the rhyme.

Tis hard, I ask above and plea
to let me meet my destiny,
Of words, of sounds, of irony
My God, my God, bring it to me!