All That We Seek

The quest to live a million lives
In the infinite breaths of
Our finite existence;
The shades of intensity in our
Laughter, peaking at the onset
Of tears of a pulsating color.

At reach are the treasures of
Finality, yet the hands don’t seek
Them. The river of reason
Flows from the sea, into
Its womb. A peak’s unhappy
Story lies in being the gatekeeper
Of the looming decay

All in a day’s story- with
The eyes into tomorrow, the
Heart singing the bygone song, and
A pulsating teardrop not
Knowing the purpose of
Its birth.