Halcyon

• Samuel Soetratma, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2020

Some people search desperately for a meaning,
Some people sob for a lack of one ever screaming,
Albeit every human ever looks for halcyon,
The number of people in such times as these are none,

Where does one even look for such a thing,
Under and over, here and there and everywhere,
With little found we look upwards to those above,
No god would respond to such cardboard love,

Moving forward is still moving on,
Let us build a monolith to a halcyon,
Let it serve us as a reminder,
Such that the sons of the sculptors may be pathfinders,

Some people search joyfully for others,
Some people embrace for finding one ever loving,
Now every human still looks for a halcyon,
Future now revealed allows man to walk forward shining ever gallantly.