At what phase of endless night and day,
day into night shifting might one find,
The sought after point?  
That fabled, miraculously frozen moment?
Free of how too often, low
So SO many of us are feeling?

I say "us", though I know too well
to each, this is "I", just "me", and "alone".

Do you know the point at which I inquire?
Have you been there?
Is it much farther to go from here?

I am weary of the constant seeking.
Faith in such a moment thins
to near less a whispered sweet
Nothing, to my hardened souls ear now.

Come too far now,
I once thought.
Now,..
Is this...

That point?