Questions

While he asks his words questions comprehended by none
The darkness vanishes into the day light...
And the daylight into the darkness...
While he wonders if he will find the answers
Before the final act is performed...

A jewel or is it the questions inside his head personified?
Is he closing his eyes to avoid seeing the questions?
Or is he writing the answers.. the words?
While he lasts before he lasts no more...

Sees a bright and narrow way up to the blues
When the search for the best poetry continues...
His words carry his soul piercing the silver lines
A long life earning a treasure of questions?
Finally buried all together inside the womb of the dust...
An inheritance shared with none?

Or a short burst of time traveling the avenues and woods
Drifted away from the rush and bustle and the busy life streams
Marrying the desire to seek answers to conceive conscience
Just a short while worth remembering and making lasting impression...

Gods from the west or is it the Gods from the East?
While they feast in the holy places north and south
The search for the true answers picks the pace...