The Tales Of Mikey Wiseman

And the dawn comes into being...
At once, mine eyes are glazed,
Filled with tears of refreshment,
Marvelling at another day's existence.

Reaching over, I feel the source,
The reason for my continued being,
And I wonder.

What makes one be?
Is it pain?
Is it elation?
Nevermore my feelings cry,
Another day is meant for those woes.
Until then pacified unity is what matters.
Nothing more...

Or is there?
Laying back down I wonder,
Truly what IS what matters?

My hand falls to rest across her beautiful form.
My query a fogged memory,
My eyes again close.
Tears fall to the new dawn.

Sometimes I wonder the most mundane, yet I am fascinated by it all...