Comet
Dreams of times from well trodden paths
Collide with the world in which I myself find
Where the walls can cave in and become doors
And earth once stood still can become jagged floors
Some say that one could become salt when looking back
As others look within and not the outside track
The journey to the city of gold is embarked by so many
Yet who really knows that the road is not just any?
To be given sight and thus see the world in colour
Would make any city shimmer in its own Summer
Do not be afraid of exploring new ways to the golden stream
For one failure after another will guide you to your dream
Of a world that glimmers in your own joy if you will it to
Michael Aquilina 30.09.2023