Feather Weight

what times are we that seek not less then the happiness
imbued by loves first kiss,
we have left behind the pain of jealous and pique,
for what we seek we often find,
when all is left behind,
and we forget that we have any needs of
jealous lovers,
callous of our feelings.
Yet still we seek what falls below
the notice of our normal gaze,
you see the eyes must clean themselves of pain
before you can truly see that,
that is supposed to be.
i feel my heart upon my chest flitting away
as though a feather were all it weighed,
for in that ancient Egyptian tradition,
my heart truly balances out
and i find myself seeking within and not without,
for as the searches ever persist ,
in my case they are done no doubt