Yet I Only Desire Loves Immeasurable Truth Death so like a shadow this poor soul seeks Whereas new dawn its breath so slowly gifts Moving in cadence, its rhythm so sleek And adversity, it spits in dark shifts Holding true, its thunder it soon displays Undefeated tracing of horizon's stone heart Such tis magical beauty cast each day A long trip, would be folly not to start Within fusion of red blood and white bone Journey I, stout of heart and willing mind This conscience cleared of black-hearted stone We pray the light of truth we may there find. Rumor has it there lays the fountain of youth. Yet I only desire loves immeasurable truth! Robert J. Lindley, March 8th, 1972 Sonnet