Unanswered Turths

The twinkle up above
illuminates the dark sky.
A brezze rushes by,
Tears through the quietness.

Unspoken thoughts
for unspoken words.
Curiosity filled in the air.

A moment that we keep
A memory locked away.
Whats left behind is lost,
What lies ahead is unknown.

Facts that we want
May not be what we need.
A question is curiosity,
The answer is a speculation.

Twinkles dim, as out curiosity fades
The brezze dies, and the space closes.

Thoughts form words
As questions find truth.