Discovered
As tears flow down
A well fills inside.
Stones rest at bottom –
Wishes of children.
Shelves gather dust,
On which books await
An inquisitive touch –
Abandoned.
Children grow,
Wishes change,
No more into wells
But into graves.
Abandoned libraries;
Mysterious.
Air of Intelligence;
Uncatchable.
A grave un-chosen –
Very un-wise;
Death, a choice?
Surprise, surprise.
Slipping through,
Light in a gap;
Piercing,
And astounding.
Purpose surprises
At every turn.
The well, now full
Joyful tears.