my eyes are closed,
and i run and run
through the lush green
forest.
i can hear only the chirping of the
early bird, and the dance of
the crystal water.
and i continue to run.
when my eyes open,
i get stinged by the darkness,
but i can see a candle somehwere,
and i stop.
hope, there is some.
in front of me,
within you.
