5/10/11

The pieces of a puzzle lost,

And never found again,

Afflicts on us the bitter cost,

Of holes which shall not mend.

The larger image is conveyed,

Despite these missing shades,

And yet some question still remains,

Each time we cast our gaze.

For we suppose, but never sense,

What’s missing from the whole,

Perhaps an insignificance,

Or else, the heart and soul.

We must imagine and pretend,

The picture formed is clear,

Accepting what is gone, and then,

Embracing what's still here.