oyster shell

 

Among the spirit of my age
Before the death to come in rage.
I want to see pure things
through drift of wings,
I want to hear things
The Heavenly angel brings,
I want to think wiser and deeply
to erase my fear completely.

What I will see if I am blind at that age?
Where I will go if I am moveless at that age?
What I will taste if I am like an oyster shell at that age?

Sunlight enriched the space behind,
Waking up my irradiation of mind,
I see the light, I must not be blind..
And That shell is like star astray..
But, Next winter I will take it away.