What

From whence? or where? I know not
for what? I have no answer
yet a haunting seeps my brow
furrows long and deep
keep me from sleep
pillows give no comfort
duvet sweating,
yet the night is cold.
From whence I ask again
there is no wind; my compass lost
worse than lost,it is dark
I have no answer to whence
shall not ask again.
Where do I seek?
an unanswered quest
the book shelf groans  
wise volumes turn their backs
the leather hard and dry
dust encased undisturbed.
Do I ask those faded pages
for what I seek,hope for better luck
than whence and where?
What,that starts my thoughts
searching one last piece
I had not missed 'til now.
The picture seemed complete
yet . . .yet . . .
Whence I know not and cannot
Where,I need not know
But what, I must find.
I shall wait,'til we meet
what it is I shall know.