I go to seek a great Perhaps,
To wander in its dawn,
To hold each Mayhap in my hands
And hope the petals bloom,
To gaze on Fancy and Fantasy
As they dance and court with Truth,
To hear Perchance within the heart,
Turn to Fact upon the lips
I go to seek a great Perhaps
And wonder in its dusk
As Doubt now flees before the moon -
Perhaps has borne its fruit...
Author notes
For my dearest beloved, WH, on matter fast approaching... *nuzzles* I love you!
"I go to seek a Great Perhaps" -- Francois Rabelais
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