Do eyes,
that seek in darkness,
ever see past shadows?
Does the moon,
ever cast a glow,
upon a loner's path?
Does the sun,
ever brighten,
a pitch blackened mind?
Does the breeze,
ever caress,
one so afraid of touch?
Does a star,
ever fall,
for a wishless heart?
Do raindrops,
ever quench,
an unthirsty soul?
Do flowers,
ever grow,
in a barren field of vision?
Do answers,
ever come,
to those who don't question?