Poems are both insignificant and significant,
Both dust and diamonds,
Both silence and symphonies,
Both fleeting and the eternal,
Both creativity and the real,
Both said and the unsaid,
Both vivid and vague,
Both bound and unbound,
Both words and the abstract,
Both breath and breathless,
Both love and the divine.
Poems are written in the heart,
By the soul stuck in space,
For a soul that wanders in space,
In search of the stuck soul.

© TheSun