Or do I digress

That root curiosity
         that drives us on
to know who we are
         to know our purpose
and to know our end
         self-explorers
and self-doubters
         more question
than answer
         to know ourselves
let alone another
         to see through
the eyes of another
         to know how it feels
to be as another
         our lives laced with song
fragments of knowledge
         picked up along the way
experience eating away
         at our innocence
the parade of years
         the lilacs that once bloomed
the hands once held
         the lips once kissed
pile it on
         all the pressure
all the accumulated selves
         the days and nights
when we loved
         and were yet unloved
the moonstones that burned
         through our dreams
all hope against hope
         and then a breakthrough
the root of it all
         that germinal moment
out of which love rose
         fully formed and perfect
the blushing petals
         under an adoring sun

Such is the process
         that sometimes 
though we may not be aware
         the words know
what they mean
         and will out the truth

John Lyons