-- My Search For Mystery --

By John Herlihy

My poems are always personal,

Even if they are not always true .

I seek to understand the universal,

All wondrous things I ever knew.

They lie there silent in a deep well,

Ready to spring forth by magic spell.

A thought from a smoldering ember,

A sad emotion I begin to remember.

The whirr of wings from a butterfly,

The midnight lantern seen in a firefly.

The fish finds depth in water shallow,

A music of the spheres echoes mellow.

Read these poems as a fragment of me,

But I leave behind a search for mystery.

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(c) John Herlihy 12 November 2019