"Questions Dreamed"
By Larry Knight
She dreamed a question.
Within her mind’s lexis a rare
curiosity; it was strange and alive.
She sought meaning in definitions;
wanted to know if complex things
exist within fine, thinly veiled
strata of contemplation.
She didn't know. She couldn't grasp
the simple expression
unconcealed
on this boy's face;
couldn't recognize.
She dreamed a question.
Invisible letters formed.
Words etched; sentences
shaped. A question mark
punctuated.
Her hand, skyward.
Her eyes, wide with hunger...
knowledge.
Her lips, part to impart
a query.
I wait.
She....asks.
By Larry Knight
She dreamed a question.
Within her mind’s lexis a rare
curiosity; it was strange and alive.
She sought meaning in definitions;
wanted to know if complex things
exist within fine, thinly veiled
strata of contemplation.
She didn't know. She couldn't grasp
the simple expression
unconcealed
on this boy's face;
couldn't recognize.
She dreamed a question.
Invisible letters formed.
Words etched; sentences
shaped. A question mark
punctuated.
Her hand, skyward.
Her eyes, wide with hunger...
knowledge.
Her lips, part to impart
a query.
I wait.
She....asks.
(c) 2013 | Larry Knight