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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