Long Questing The Longing For Love

In long questing
The Longing for love -
Supercilious is tedium

For by middle life
We come to know -
Title and gold will wait
An eternity at heaven's gate

As dances of chance
Dapples our last chapters
With a great love or lesser -
Love's long story nonetheless

Starting out as children

Ending much the same

With an in between 
Of mostly puff and veneer,

Save for the patina
Of our altruism

And humanism,
 
Which we gathered

Within a less than ideal life,

And lived out
In less than a perfect world.

Therefore the quest

To glimpse the colors
Of love in Autumn

The glimmer of lodestones
Glinting in the midst of Winter, 
Reflecting in your eyes

As I pass this place
And have this joy
To brace me
Amongst the shifting sands
In the lands of timeless space.