The Hunt

it begins with the imposing question, “Where?”

and a moment of thought to suppose an answer

but once you realize that you don’t know

you can but close your eyes, retrace your steps

and guess where last you saw your treasure

not always is the treasure large, so small it may be

as to fit in the palm of your trembling hand

where it is so plain to see that you imagine

how it feels to hold it, to touch it,

what scent it gives off, if any, a sparkle,

but your treasure may also be someone

whom you may or not have met...yet
and then you hold the treasure in your  heart

waiting patiently for the perfect person to come

across your path, to look just so, speak just so,

and then, together you wrap each other in your dreams