INFINITE MEANING

Pain is a reminder
that I can feel,
expression a breath,
words the puzzle pieces
that keep company,
rich like chocolate,
the sweetest tinge of decadence,

there are sunsets that twist
reality, surreal, stars the open door,
let us leap into the unknown
seeking the infinite meaning.

Wishes in the wind like dandelions,
blown to reset and renew,
the pieces confirming
the larger picture,
that what we feel is real.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Reality -
out there?
in here?
The greatest question!
your poem is reaching out for meaning!
Well done!
Alan
would you like to look at my poem 'Henry Moore -shapeshifter' Ta!