There are certain elixirs, golden keys,

rare delicacies that a man

might travel a lifetime just to taste, touch,

see, possess.

(Quest for the goddess

such a long journey

one grows weary,

grey, tired, old and worn,

yet travels on...)

Such is the magnetic force

of that invisible loadstone

first noticed by the cave-shaman

clutching his talisman

imbibing the moon