A Stare... A Sad Day Poem by Singleton M. Tate

I often stare beyond the sky,
Dare I really wonder why?
I see the vastness of creation,
Its perplexity brings deep meditation.

Why am I here, I'll ask?
To what avail is my toil or task?
Through this window of glass all is seen clear.
The 'Answers of Life' that, no one should fear.

How sad a day, for me it seems,
Obscure curtains tell my recondite dreams.
In a starfish ballet on the ledge.
A boy stands petrified, emotions he dreads.

My grandparents are gone forever.
Sweet memories of their loving ways,
Are sealed within frozen pictures.
As serenity evades me each day.

I lament... this frame house of constraint.
A stare... amidst galaxies undiscovered.
Revitalize... my spirit, set adrift my soul,
On beryl seas... that the pure in heart behold.