Searching

Through an inactive blog,

with a glistening past

to try and find

a spark of me.

Where is the fire that used to burn through my hand into

Scalding, boiling pages?

How do I write anymore at all.

When all I have searched for, I've found?

What can you document, when every moment

Becomes a spiral of light and art

That envelopes you?

What kind of peace is light,

When you cannot find the means to share such absolute

Beauty?