The Calling

Finally, after about 1.5 years of drought... I have posted one.

My eyes are sparkling,
with every blink,
the pages unfold.

The dusts on the road
were swept by the raging storm.
The dark clouds in the sky
were parted by the emerging rays of the sun.
From the seed sprung a tiny branch.
The buds finally bloom.
The man reached the moon.

I closed my eyes.
The stream silently flows.
A historical scene.
Perpetually calm,
unusually inviting.

With a deep breath,
I shrugged off the confetti stars on my shoulders.
They fell and turned into stones.

My eyes are sparkling.
With every blink,
the pages unfold.

It reached the end.
A glorious light revealed itself.
Blank spaces, empty boxes,
armed with a sturdy frame.
Hope arises,
clothed with loving arms.
I finally saw myself.