The Quest
Nocturnal news of a death,
Haunted by a recurring dream,
Sinking into brackish quicksand.
Awake, I breathe the mourning air,
Absorbed by a Monarch perched
Upon a blood red gypsy rose.
A Praying Mantis floats downstream
Riding on a gossamer leaf.
Mesmerized by flickering sunlight
Forgetting to remember Life is fragile, fleeting,
Transcending the threat of annihilation,
The elixir of immortality.
Milton P. Ehrlich