Seen By Another

Contemplations
Stemming like flowers of roots,
Twisting between the stars of the skies
Crawling beneath the soils of microbes,
Finding place in meaning
Or carried to the lost and found

Often, a subject forgotten.
But like fading beams of dusk
To dawn,
Another shall see
Another shall think,
Maybe then.
What is but dissolved by another,
Shall be compounded, by another.