Find My Sister Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Ancestry, who knows
as anonymous as those thoughts
from some untamed zone

where thrills yet reside
within thoughts that lay hidden
where life dares not tread

just below one's ides
thoughts blown constantly on winds
never to so land

in anonymous
fertile consciousness to be
thrillingly ideal

then, one thread hits home
one collage of pictures note
resemblance owned

in one familiar
inspired from one's dreamy eyes
I, find my sister