Wake Up

One thinks a blurred image,

a face in the sky with dark clouds. 

Is all what we have… A blurred painting…

A shadow! 

Loneliness in creation

on the surface of our existence.

Blurred are our eyes, our face,

our body and our world. 

The whole becomes blurry 

but only the sun and moon's light

can face down that shadowed universe…

Sleepy Cosmos. 

Wake up! A loony shout,

A vivid dream… 

A heaven on Earth as a mirror in the sky.