A Poet's Quest

I wrote this poem for a good friend.

A Poet's Quest

On linen paper inked in blue
Is the wistful tale of a quest.
The long search for vintage beauty
And eternal hope of love,
Written under the clock of night
By a wounded saddened poet.

Tell us your tale, moonstone poet
Of how you search the sky soft blue
And waltz across the dim of night
Never abandoning your quest
Of finding an enchanted love
Encased in porcelain beauty.

How elusive is this beauty
That drives you to write, blue poet?
In every face you look for love
That might be dressed in denim blue.
And pray to end your solemn quest
That consumes the heart of your night.

Yet in the midnight of black night
You create works of such beauty.
Others fall in love with your quest
Devouring your words, poet.
You redefine the color blue
And give new song to the word love

Is it a crime to yearn for love?
It oils the suit of a white knight
And powers your pen of ink blue.
To read you is to touch beauty,
An amazing gift to have, poet.
On a word steed, you pen your quest.

Others seek the very same quest.
They long to find their soul's one love.
Few have the heart of you, poet
Who writes away the grim of night
And finds in pain its dark beauty.
Your heart writes poetry in blue.

Carry on, poet, your heart's quest
To search the blue for treasured love
And verse lonesome night with beauty.