…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 2013