My mind works overtime, 
Looking for a pattern, 
Up in the clouds flying, 
In the face of reason, 
Outside the box, 
Pushing at doors, 
Undoing locks, 
But still searching for the key, 
That will explain, 
How much remains a mystery, 
And I try in vain, 
To see the spark, 
That pinprick of light, 
As I fumble in the dark, 
Of this long night, 
Until I find the stars.
 © P Edwards January 2014                
looking for a pattern, I like it, good one, go on.. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
More than a beautiful poem dear poet. I like its flow and theme. Keep creating.