As I stand silently
waiting to unfold...
External forms lying vacant..
Craving warmth to hold.
Desperate to remember
Lost dreams that nightly
embraced my sleeping soul...
Leaving me peacefully suspended
Between moments I once owned

I search through days that have been
hard and try to understand
the many trials that I have known,
the life that I have had.
You see me in my daily grind
so confident and strong,
yet when I am alone
question just where do I belong.
I often try to hard to find
to analyze and guess
to scrutinize, investigate
my life i will confess.
For somewhere deeper
there must be a meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
give a reason for this strife.
Is there a hidden meaning
some agenda to be found.
A greater purpose waiting,
if  i care to hand around.
It teases and it taunts me
always slightly out of sight.
A hazy vision  out of reach
where darkness hides the light.
I struggle to bring  clarity
to what awaits me there
and yet this Weak illusion
always fades before my stare.
It seems the harder that i try
to focus through this haze.
It just seems to serve more questions
upon my tired endless gaze.
Perhaps i make it harder
then it has to be sometimes .
But will my searching bring to me
my meaning over time.
or will it leave me perplexed
as i feel now
While questions bring no solitude 
 to this my wrinkled brow

Living this adventure we journey toward its end,
experiencing pieces of a puzzle we don't fully comprehend.
The hues of our emotion paint a picture of our past,
as we hurtle toward a destiny that is not meant to last.
Youth a canvas all in white, not knowing what awaits,
feel caresses of a brush that which we know as fate.
Love so very true in reds, that beat within our heart,
shadows black take form as rage which tears a soul apart.
Greens of joy and happiness,  lush beauty beyond compare,
Sorrow shrouded depths of blue the waters of despair.
Yellow screams of sadness which we all must endure.
Guilt and shame are shades of grey that rattles to the core
Earthly brown desires are that for which we lust
the loss of which comes with age, like chrome begins to rust.
The image changing constantly as time plods slowly on
taking shape in many forms as twilight gives way to dawn
our futures are ours to create   paintings  filled with love
its easy to see the destination was the gallery above ...