Following the Light

What strikes the morning sky and ignites it

The laments of the might before, or, freedom of light

Kind of a lazy startle at the new awakening

It takes patience to bid goodbye to sleep

When dreams metamorphose from lament to hope

An unwilling heart becomes an obstinate optimist

To find the rhythm that’s authentic

Only the heart knows, but the soul speaks too

Eyes travel far while chasing the dreams 

Here, it feels indifferent, but the light takes over

Becomes a close friend who is at the window

Waiting for the first steps towards a new horizon

~Amitav