Meaning

There is a meaning
to it all
To the night,
to the day
To all those bright
and to those at play

There is purpose to it all
A question that entangles
with each passing day

Everything around me
for a reason
I like

Everyone around me
is either defiant
or a stranger to me
outright

Everyone but you
either comes or goes
It's just you
and what you bring
that I can't
deny, define
blasphemise
or keep away

I know, no one
or nothing seems alike
Yet it doesn't quite
add up to
my feeling about you,
so uptight

I find the truth
in your reflection
While I'm trying
to foresee the signs

Everything I see
I'm not fond of
and nothing since
has felt divine

I hear the meanings
in your silent verses
and find myself
cogitating upon my muse

Not looking for theologies
to establish my mind
as a desolate's recluse

I pray in affinity
for it to further my amuse

For you to know

the reasons I can never accuse

The meanings are mostly

in the logics

I understand in dismay

The things we disagree on,

the answers I never get

and the moments that are as fresh as today...