The Reunion

I was here, standing under the flickering stars and the silver moon, surrounded by the smooth wind smiling at my emptiness. I used to be here, wielding the light to reunite the pieces of the divine inspirations and unanswered questions scattered all over my darkened soul, and my hazy eyes.

I looked into the boundless dark of the night where I could find all what I wanted to find in my life, only the way to find it remains a secret. But I kept looking at it, although there was no light except the endless darkness. The wind greeted me with her firm embrace, danced by the nape of my neck, and my ears as if she tried to whisper something to me. But she was so smooth, and my superficiality could not catch any of her omens.

I was still here, as a child who wanted to regain his pure heart and thoughts, to befriended and spoke with the nature, the smooth wind, the boundless night, the flickering stars, and the silver moon, like we used to. These days, they did not speak to me anymore, or maybe my conscience was so overwhelmed with the profane turmoil so I could not catch or hear the omens.

It was midnight, I went home with all the slackness like a lonely captain amid the sea of nowhere who loses his compass, and crews. 

I closed my eyes, and soon flew to a place in which I was like in a glass unable to do anything, but see, smell, and hear everything vaguely. Suddenly, the smooth wind came and whispered to my ears "now you can see the inevitable."

...and I was waken up by the gold sunshine from the gap of my curtain.