Atop

You could stand there for eternity 
Questioning a purpose 
Reliving the silent deaths 
The noble gestures 
Rereading the etches 
How many thoughts
Have I scratched up 
on this notepad
I have misunderstood
Your warm face 
The kindled words 
Every morning 
The rays of my world 
Outshine my conscience 
With hand out stretched 
Lingering in hopes to find you 
Connecting the lost 
Grow today I might 
Uncertain though of my purpose