Lucidity

I sat alone in a dark gloomy place

Where the spiders spun their webs,

Where bats hovered with restlessness.

Just obscurity of nothingness.

None could I see in the lightlessness,

Until a gentle tap called my name.

I found a book of letters in my hand,

Unassumingly illuminant.

Page upon the page as I devoured it,

The light grew stronger and stronger.

Hitherto bursting in upon me,

Till I could see the dark no longer.

The dreams I dreamt within my reach,

World, a gift waiting to be opened,

An adventure raring to be explored.

The lucidity of expression.