…to every unheard question

The nagging ache of appetite
the hunger for meaning
these things are just a reflection of emptiness
formlessness, inward-turning
desires and delusion, the scenery of life
immersion in illusion
at your deepest core you are a mystery
this is the mist that softens the edges
of the harshest day
this is the blush of crimson
that transforms the darkest night
into the joy of dawn
this is the answer
to every unheard question
© Ann Bagnall