Searching my Mind

 Across the never ending hills and valleys of my mind
I search, for a special face
I fly high faster, stronger, longer and deeper to find
A vision, I saw in space

There can be limits to the depths of ever seeking
For somewhere to spend my time
Perhaps I should slow down instead of always speeding
And look for a different clime

Looking closer at the hills and valleys, so slowly now
I see ponds so very deep
View with open eyes and, absolute honesty, I vow
To admit to what they keep

In each of these special ponds that would make nature divine
Sits a gold, jewelled crab
Am I to be so blessed with such a vision of thine
Happy eyes I gently dab

Stepping to edge of space, and clarity of endless time
I see billions of lakes
Where the crabs link to, and though, to make a picture sublime
Dear, it’s your image it makes...’