(02/01/1944) The Seeker

The Seeker
An Appreciation of H. P. Lovecraft

I’ve sped across the sea of suns
And trailed their veils of white;
I’ve raced the comets in their runs
And – breathless in my flight –
I’ve seen the star-winds pouring o’er
The cataracts of night.

I’ve sought the rare and shining spores
That float in outer space;
And crystal sands on other shores
Have felt my headlong pace;
My eager hand has sought the door
Of which there is no trace.

Somewhere in this immensity –
It may be near or far –
In hollow space – or density
Of some enormous star
I’ll find the treasure of the lore
That made you what you are!

And then I’ll pass across with ease
Where time and space are bent –
Into the worlds where ecstasies
Of mind and thought are spent;
And know the beauty held in store –
And all your poems meant.

Grady L. McMurtry
2/1/44 e.v.

Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, April 1988