Chris Milne Writes: Poetry, Philosophy and Essays

Written Approx.: October 2019

I’ve had an inquiry I need resolved,	
A feeling boiling inside, that needs to be evolved.
Something at the deepest part of me, as a whole
What is it that fulfills the Soul?

The deep embrace of a lover?
On that Sunday morning, with the sun gleaming in, under the covers;
The feeling of their soft skin, caressing every inch of your being,
As you stare into their eyes, feeling an immense connection, is that what I mean?

What about the crescendo, of your favourite song?
The build up of emotion and tensions, holding you so strong
But then it all changes, and the release; it feels so intense
The beauty of every note, though, I’m unsure if this is the right pretense

Is it the complexity of a painting? 
Every fragment of pigment, combing into something so elating,
The combination of colours, and shapes, it becomes so mesmerizing
Deeply engaged in the creation of man, that feeling is rising

I think I’ve found what I’ve been looking for:
Fulfilment doesn’t come from beauty, it must be more;
You must read yourself, discover your own lore, 
Because after all, the feeling is in the core.