Where lightning goes after the flash
Does it become the silver lining?
Where do dreams go as we wake
Or do they hide under our eyelids?
What happens to words after you speak
Are they written on the pages of time?
And the pain when wounds heal
Do cells cling on to memories?
The peal after the bells sound
Does it embrace your heart to offer comfort?
What about time when it has passed
Will we one day meet our hours spent?
I wonder where birds go to die
Perhaps they become winged angels instead?
I wonder if the horizon realizes
The majesty of the sun depends on it
And do the roots of the mountains ever
Begrudge the burden they bear
And when fairies want to tickle the imagination
Do they narrate to their children human tales?
Where are unanswered prayers stored
Do they become blessings to others?
And I wonder where this poem came from
When all I had was a mind so barren