Font Color='#880000'Answers/Font Poem by David Zvekic

Do reasons sparkle near the morning dew?
Within refracted light of sun's clear spray;
Caught spread throughout the spectrum, sunshine too
Might teach, but without words, what can it say?
What message bears the breeze's passing breath?
What answers ride the wind on untouched hair?
How lightly spun, the spring wears wisdom's wreathe;
Are explanations ever floating there?
Points lost within that bright prismatic bow,
Soft memories conveyed, where beings merged,
Caressing interference, dreams let go,
But laid on seperate beams so soon diverged.
  Here warmed by sun, by light, all tear drops dry;
  Illuminating clear, why dreamers cry.

-January 23,2006