What ?

 
From whence? or where? I know not  
for what? I have no answer  
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   ...  ...  ... I know not, cannot  
Where,I need not know.  
But what, I must find.  
I shall wait,'til we meet  
what it is I then shall know.