Thought Searches For Meaning of the Seen

In the bejeweled sky I don’t count the stars, for whom in the dark void do they shine, I ponder. In opaque nights I search for the stars in vain, but discover them in child’s eyes, I think why. On the beach I don’t count the rolling waves, for whom under the blue sky they break, I reflect. In the serene sea I don’t find the waves grow, they are wrecking the dislodged hearts, I reckon. Dripping from leaves the rain drops I don’t count, how big the drops should grow to fall, I wonder. When the storm surges the clouds will melt, I think, trickle in rills from the eyes unrestrained, I imagine. Deep in psychic depth my mind wavers unsure, I envision, thought searches for meaning of the seen in contemplation. March 20, 2021 Contest : Contemplation Sponsor : Craig Cornish