A First Glimpse, A First Try. For K. Poem by Bela Schatz

At a cloudy winter day,
a beam of light, a single ray,
broke through the wall of grayish clouds,
to light an estate, long forgotten,
dark and lonely, slightly rotten,
peopled by a man in shrouds.

He raised his gaze up to the sun,
which he, by now, was used to shun.
This glimpse of light,
warming his skin,
this time waking something within,
as it shone so bright.

Raising to his feet, at first just staring,
then raising his hand, the first time really daring,
He opened his mouth, breathing the air,
soaking it in, fighting his reserve
about his affection for what he did not deserve
and started to speak just to share.

So he spoke, his heart beating,
his qualms slowly retreating.
His heart filled with love,
desire, and the feeling of care,
as his wishes grew beyond any compare,
suffocating the doubts he was sick of.

So he spoke without thinking,
his teeth nervously chinking
As the wind gave him a reply
for his clumsy request
sweeter than what he hoped for at best
raising him, making him fly.

The wind raised him further, towards the light,
taking him to a him unknow hight.
He looked down at the lands,
not at all afraid of a fall.
Trusting the wind, and that was all,
feeling that he was in good hands.

Now, that all was far from reality,
as I was not that badly trapped in fatality,
though the story is actually true.
The isolating hight is the sea,
the fool, that is me,
and the light, that is you.