Meaning

I reach out to grasp it; it slips through my grip
It trickles down my skin.
I aim the lens to capture a shot
And, oh for what, then?

What I hold in my hand is but an image
There, something does lack
Life, I perceive, is farther off
Beyond where my fingers crack

To trace the stars t'would take a lifetime
And, that is what we get
Where stars radiate, we call "sky"
But, in this name, such depth

The net I possess; this construct of words
Never quite contains
Like salt of the sea or sand of the desert
Something else remains

And there you are, ancient mystery,
Light on the waves, gleaming
Beneath the surface you manifest
The essence and the meaning