A Glimpse of Tomorrow

Every breath I spend

Encaged within the four walls of my house

I envision the lands I have never seen

Summoning me from afar.

Lands glistening with ancient earth

Dust spilled from the wings of antiquity,

As it flutters over lands and seas 

Recounting tales of love and desire.

The yellowed pages of history turn smoothly one by one

Reawaken misadventures and tales of fallen soldiers

The drafts of wind carry every little murmur

And every piece of Homer's soul. 

The realms that beckon to me

With little fireflies flickering

When the time is right, after the golden rays of the sun

Cease to irradiate the heavens.

The skyscrapers brush against the clouds

And greet the stars as they arise in the prime hour of twilight.

And it permeates me with the powerful craving

To bring home a star with me. 

The interminable domains filled with roughness and rusticity

Yet determined in its grandeur

Whither the lion takes his rightful place

As the unchallenged ruler of creation.

We are transported a few steps back into a world

Of tranquility and resilience,

Free of selfishness and demand

And in Elysium, as we truly belong. 

The places with an ever-lasting Christmas

Embracing merriment and revelry in every layer

Milk sprinkling down from above 

Pure and white like heaven's call. 

As it descends upon the stony ground

Like glaze on a cake

I stand back and marvel

Poised to take the first nibble

Of assured delight and an allayed thirst. 

Where the day-star beats down upon us,

Its rays bless every inch of our soul

Kindling affection and admiration in every step.

The laughs of people ever so apparent on their faces

Filled with the prospect of a better tomorrow

What better resolution could you find?

Than to walk through hell with a smile. 

Every obstacle insures chance

So they embrace it with open arms.

And as I leave the lands of brilliance and depth

I am not ready to part.

And then a swift movement provokes me to jolt back into substance. 

Far, far away from the ideal world, I'd experienced.

Because now, afflicted with disease, and shackled with limitations

The World is no longer the home I recognized.

Those rocks scream my name from afar

Yet I coldly look away

And all I can wish for is that

I'd accede to its call someday.

And eventually, I'd be back at my rightful home, the vast wide world,

And beam, the fetters on my wrists broken. 

I would glide through the deepest ocean and surmount the highest peak

And rustle to the winds to pass it on

'Come join me

And you will see

What life is really meant to be.'

Trust me, there isn't really a train I wouldn't catch, no matter where it's directed,

As it expedites towards a promising tomorrow.