The Potion of Life

Life is an enigma for many they say;

Some fall, some climb and fly with ecstasy, and some stare.

Some mangling the high mountains and some wounded by mere pieces of rock.

 

I, also ambitious to turn this enigma into a penetrable went to quench my thirst of climbing.

Wandering in the night sky in the shade of moonlight and stars filled with silence continued.

The reverberating silence ended and,

the streaks of sunlight hit the ground and me so as to cherish the earth’s lads.

 

I still clueless on a brink of lost.

“OHH! Heavens”, a streak replied to my mourning.

I asked, “Who are thou? The sun?”. “Yes, the answer to your quest”, It said.

Then reveal the secret of victory to me.

AH! HAAA, HAA, HAAA, it doubled up and said, “Thou only needs the Potion of life”

It takes three for the potion. I will tell and thou must fathom the first element. The two thou have.

 

In the gloomy night an, iridescent phantom flies.

It spreads it’s wings and rises over the infinite humanity.

 Everyone invokes it, everyone implores it!

But the phantom disappears at dusk to be reborn in the heart!

 Every day it’s born and every night it dies!

 

“Yes, it’s reborn! It’s reborn, and exulting. It carries humanity with it.

It’s, it’s HOPE! it’s HOPE! it’s HOPE!”, My heart said with the imagery of echoing voices of all the beings.

 

Yes, Hope! It’s Hope! But hope alone can be mangled. To make it eternal,

thou must blend this phantom so called hope with the fire of courage and earthy fixative of yearning!

Thou had the yearning to resolve the enigma of life’s game and the courage to move on for his quest.

 

Voila! There it is, THE POTION OF LIFE.

One only climbs and flies with joy drinking it in the infinite sky!