What is it I seek again?

Bent upon by fifty and score,
Holding onto memories up till graceful gray,
Another season flower for my sweetheart,
Along another tear rested upon her grave.
A rusted helmet drawn from the oubliette
And a brown old overcoat that shelters,
More reminiscences than cobwebs;
Mounted upon an old nag,
Now a terrible excuse for once a fiery beast
I set out; very much like a quixotic knight.
Uncertain of what track must I gallop,
Whether it’s the auburn hills or the green plain.
Still struggling within myself for an answer-
What is it that I seek again?

A last backward glance cast upon
The sorry house that once cradled love,
A farewell tear cascaded upon
The garden that once cradled innocence.
An yester picture embedded in my heart,
I set out; led by my trusted old friends;
The narrow winding country lane,
And the tenderness of the wistful zephyr.
Expounding over unseen horizons,
Treading upon the path to solitude.
And amidst this lonely impulse
I find escape from the numbing sense of pain.
Here, I think I’ve found my answer-
What is it that I seek again?