The Question

The question leaves a road turning

Trees full of green thoughts burning

Gold and brown

They fall in on themselves

At first they make a beautiful collage

A kaliedoscope

Tracings of colours

Leaving unfinished

The questions

Of life and love

And why

Do we?

who will we become/ in becoming?

wherefore from the root?

Seeded randomly?

When where?

Will we go?

do we die?

when we die?

what dreams?

what dreams?

He dreams in waking

wide eyes

spinning his own realities from within

Will the light burn out?

Or burn on?

And the music of the question

Goes on

Unfinished

Unanswered

Forever pursuing

Forever unpursued

In finito

NO ENDING

Yvette m smith sept 08

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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