Many who seek it shall never find
that gentle treasure so divine.
It is not something to be touched
although many treat it as such.
Every sound, smell, sight and sensation
can often hide its true location.
The more you search the more you run
its like your chasing the setting sun.
You stand shocked by those who watch its descent
and as they gaze you swell with deep resent.
And while you curse and call hem fools
within their heart its peace that rules.
For they know when day turns to night
That in the darkness there is still light.
For even when eclipse brings doom
The inner light shines like the moon.