TWILIGHT SEARCH
The mind finds purpose
in pursuit of meaning;
openly seeking,
not knowing what.
The sky is vacant,
anaemically slate blue;
but night will fall,
add colour
to a pallid firmament.
The eye will forge
patterns
from a scattering
of stars.
The mind pursues
a greater scheme –
not knowing what.
Malcolm Evison
20 April 2008
2 comments:
Beautiful poem. I love the last line about searching but not knowing what. I feel that in your search will come your answers whatever they may be. It is definitely a process, a long journey, but as long as you keep your eyes open you'll be amazed at what you run into.
Thanks for the comment ssgreylord, it's much appreciated!
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