Vanishing at night,
I set out through barren land,
Mouth dry; heart empty.
Down this lonely road
Travel my questions and I.
Cold wind yields no truth.
Tossed from the garden,
We plant life and grow our hopes,
With the next spring's crop.
Shining down upon
The no longer icy shore,
The sun warms my heart.
Mysterious light,
Flickering in the spring night,
Did I imagine?
Dew upon green leaves,
Unnoticed falls our prized gift,
Taken for granted.
Seeking our answers,
Brought together by questions;
I have found a friend.
Beneath this lone tree,
The journey ends, and I feel
Cool rain on my face.
Author notes
It was for a school project. Unfinished right now, and there's prose that goes with them. It was mimicking the enlightening journey of the Japanese monk and poet, Basho.
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