A Longing

Sometimes some serene spectacles,
Make me mad when wondering,
Think I on flavorous sweetness,
Experienced I soaring through spheres,
The higher, the bluer and more silent,
Than our earth and its polluted zones.

Flown was I straight and supine,
Travelled upwards, headlong, viewing,
Beneath the galaxy ladder like,
With moderate slow slanting rise,
Myriad stars shone and shone bright,
As at mid day a highway is enlightened,
Like dots or silvery scattered coins,
Stretched far above and down unendingly.

At one moment when I stopped,
To behold behind to the distances,
Immense covered of the spaces,
Bluish but brightened washed,
At the far end I found a globe,
Smaller than the sun at sunset,
With milky light, and greenish core,
Still, with no flickering flashes,
Enchanted mind, captivated my heart,
Now I long for to have a glimpse,
Just once again if possible,
In exchange of property and life,
And all its sensuous belongings.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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