I look at figments, fragments, shards of thought,

and hope for something bright within to find;

in all these varied rhythms I find naught

to settle wav'ring states and set my mind.

Not long together, still some feeling stirs

within I don't know what and gives me pause;

with glances, whoas, and awws perception blurs

equations indecipherable to laws.

Tomorrow may not bring an answer yet,

or even still another, but I'll try;

I'll keep my hopes where they might still be met

and always be quite careful where I sigh.

Within this world of works in happenstance

I'll find a partner only with frail chance.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another poem written about a very specific situation.  This one didn't work as well specificity-wise though.

View radanax's Full Portfolio