Meaning

Meaning doesn’t reside in a year, a place

But in a fleeting moment, a spark of grace

It’s found along a path that leads nowhere

In the fragrance of a bloom in early May

In the smile of a stranger passing by

In a broken heart’s hopeless cry

Meaning is not found at destination

But in uncommon spells along the way

When silence speaks the language of a heart

That hopes while being shattered by despair  

When with a single glance we can convey

Sweet words that we want but cannot say

Meaning is not a rock, it is a stream

That gently meanders through the mind and soul

In an uncharted journey without end

Carving its way through the tangled weeds

It lives in a maze of thoughts and fears

Peeking through the rubble of our deeds

Its company we seek, but all in vain

As it defies the grip of heart and brain

We build illusions we try to sustain

With the shadows of unbending faith

They become our beacon and our guide

To their hidden power we abide

When we have reached time to bid goodbye

We search through the relics of our past

Yearning for meaning far beyond the sky

Nothing we can find within our grasp

But all illusions that we mindfully reared

For meaning fled each moment it appeared