Today, I saw a new reality.
The sun moves a celestial clock.
The clouds were flying past me
with their own secret purpose.

If I close my eyes and wait,
I imagine that the changes have stopped.
I do not hope that the world
can move into a new dimension.

Often, I sleep in the morning.
I do not want my life to grow old.
As the years passed, one after another
I saw that my heart has had a revolution.

The mountains and sea are eternal.
Their changes are a slow, mysterious dance.
When I wake up, I am in a new creation.
My hope is growing stronger now.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image. By Yasin Hassan – ياسين حسن [Image license]