A MILLION SENSES MEET

A million senses meet,

A thousand colors combine;

I walk up each step of a ladder

And think of the horizon

Waiting ahead on top.

A million petals fall,

A thousand hands fail the catch,

Pretending flowers rather than beauty

Have the satisfactory purpose

Of dressing every human’s ground

With future blackish pitty

At the mercy of a ghost.

A million words rush the mouth of a victim

A thousand guilties push down the victims from the risk

While a steady number of sea waves

Crush the rocks turning them to sand.

A million tortoises egg the season,

A thousand crabs prepare for lunch

Running and caving out the flakes

Of shields of snails

Flavored and digested back in fall.

A lonely smell comes across each morning

“-It’s time you wake up”, sounds in my nose,

The song of nature rings with the tears

That both my eyes celebrate with joy.

The air brings stative life much closer

And glum my fingerprints silently,

My skin gets thicker, paler, stronger

I lose my color to despair.

I know there’s something

That yet is missing,

Not that I miss it,

Yet I realize it,

I know there’s a million stuff

I’ll see when I reach the top

Of the ladder.

Even when I think

I skip one step over impatience

But the closer I get to observe the horizon

The more vulnerable my senses become,

Despite the innumerable spectrums

 I’ll bump into on my way up.

There will always be the excuse

Of climbing,

Of reaching,

And glory-bathing

When on top of the ladder

A million senses meet.