In the end, is not everything there is –
After moon-dreams fade under Sun again –
The repeat chance to cross the full distance
In new hope that, on this day, on that side
Someone might have an answer to “Hello!”
Now, is it not the purpose of a body –
After moonlight rest turns to morning soul –
To spring into the world and meet the world
In renewed belief that, sunshine or rain
The world is on the face of everyone?
Especially, is it not of the tongue –
After the light brings out too much to name –
To unquietly share the things it knows
In an endless back and forth with the world
That will bring to light worlds within the world?
Surely, is it not the work of wonder –
After the night of doubt dawns to the same –
Not to undermine the want of desire
In defiance of the truth of all knowing
But energise the collapse of distance?
!n the end, is not everything there is –
Before a Star explodes into a thousand –
The chance that the body ran, the tongue spoke
The sense of wonder somewhat satisfied
Even if we are yet to be answered?