So much is lost

So much is lost

In the jumble

Of broken pieces.

Every passing day

Begins and ends

Gazing at the sky

The regularity of design,

Edges falling away

Folding into corners.

All blindspots have

Pinpricks of light

Peepholes tell stories

Caught in camera.

Windows to the infinite

Wonders of the universe

Carried in the clouds.

Every puzzle

Has its own solution

If we understood

The proposition

We could formulate

A question,

Search for an answer.

Travel to the stars

In the time it takes

To live another day,

Find the final piece

Dream another dream

Dance till dawn

Bathe in morning dew

Soak in reflection.

Nothing is won or lost

Without a fight

And the compensation

Of experience

Is a gift

Not to be forgotten.