i ask questions

i ask questions

the color of the wind

dances elusively in the shadows

refusing to be grasped

by my empirical thoughts

for i thought color

was tangible

so i overspent myself

in the halls of examination

behind the critical mass

of mind

trying to find

answers

for every question

does have a mate

does it not ?

and just when i thought i had it

the wind elusively

dissipated

for it was not fated

at this time

for me to understand

yet i still ask questions

© 9 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Inspired by a Poem :  The Color of the Wind”

written by Teri Koch

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