Opening my eyes wouldn't make any difference in the dark night.
For my desperate mission towards the other end,
I still am fighting hard against the shattering wind,
The other end, swaying closer and farther, like a hanging hand,
Glares and fades the light and leaves me in no man's land.
I suddenly sense it getting closer in the night,
It then gets back where it's hard to see in the daylight.
Nine falls would be eased by the tenth rise,
I have learned patience in adventure is more of a wise.
I will move on wherever my destination may lay,
As far as that little light is refusing to die.
I am glad I slept that special night,
For my patient dream revealed the brightest sight.
« return.