Crystals In The Sky

This is a poem I’ve written just today. It’s titled
“Crystals In The Sky”. Obviously, it’s a surreal poem that utilizes symbols and imagery that connotes the meaning, of hope and redemption.

Once,

in every while,

my eyes is shaded by a cellophane

as the wind becomes fluid, despite of that

I stare towards the sky.

The crystals,

hiding previously from the clouds,

comes out now in the open sea, open sea of blue,

while a maiden appears acting like a mother, or like a sister

she gives me messages of hope while at times, scolding me.

Oh the lady,

that maiden with her rebuke

I’d rather see the crystals in the sky,

in their soldiery formation, unflinching and unmoved—-

they must have stared at me with their entire valor.

Who are they?

What are they?

Are they friends or are they foes?

They must have had beauty for they were soothing to me,

like fresh water splashing from a mountain spring.

These crystals

they shine like diamonds in the sky,

hundreds of thousands of them, where in the past I have seen millions

or merely by the hundred thousands—

As I might have been mistaken.

The crystals in the sky,

my friends who have appeared to me,

floating in the sky and flashing before my eyes,

as they come to me,

Often.