Poetry

Maybe I will forever seek to find
a few words that speak right through humanity,
for something that is not written in any poem or dictionary
that blows away like leaves in the wind
 
when eternity lies in a drop of dew,
when I hold onto the transience of a flower,
the breathtaking of the rising sun
and at times when you do hold my hand.
 
For all of these things I do not have the right words
and to another they may seen mere purposelessness
but the meaning of existence keeps on beaconing
like the white morning star twinkling in the distance
 
Maybe I will forever seek to find
a few words that speak right through humanity.