Questions asked in recollection of reminiscence
Thinking about wondering about you
The simplistic complex emotions
Pouring slowly from restless fingers
Striking here and there I feel
Telling the world in silence
Writing in stone
That which is lost
Time is our enemy
Flowing briskly around us
Tossing us here and there
Making fun of our dreams
Our wishes lie in ashes
Buried deep
In the soot of our transgressions
Smoldering quietly
Look to the stars
Archaic voices silenced by distance
Smileing peacefully in a wicked world
Ancient cynics of long past
Oceans lie in waste
Waiting for life
Laughing and choking
Struggling for breath
It hurts
Staring at the world blindly
Turning a deaf ear
Becoming numb to the sickness
Immune to the sights
Begging to be heard
Ignoring the sounds
Begging to be seen
Why?
Why must they fight so?
Is it inspiration?
Or just a base instinct?
What is to be gained
From pursuing an impossible endeavor
For chasing a restless dream
For finding a hidden fault?
Nothing
One might declare
Illogical hunting for reason
Logic sought in feeling
Feelings felt by all
Striking endlessly on a broken keyboard.
Moonlit Poetry 