Seeker

The dust on my hands

The pain in my thighs

The restlessness in my throat

The sweat on my face

Clouds hugging the mist

Wind blowing its trumpet

Heat clenching its fist

Breadth sensing its chord   

The echos of my sound

Bouncing back to where I stand

Sun playing with the sand

Scribbling lines long and wide

Minute lasts an hour

Thirst awaits every drop of gold

Seek not what you sought yester

Pain and pleasure now walk together

Reason bequeaths its throne

Shelter drops its guard

Logic crawls behind faith

Seeker becomes the sought