I picked up a marble

Written by: Patrizia Cohen

I was walking a dark path
Among black trees
Time always running
Careless and mysterious

I was running, towards nowhere,
Without meaning, without will
I flew and fell again and again
Over a dark and invisible ravine   

Then, I picked up a marble
A translucent colored glass
I gazed unwittingly through it
Unable to close my eye

A sensation, new and unknown
A different world
Went straight through the marble
Was it just confusion?

But suddenly black became white
Impossible became possible
A pale smile appeared. 
A flame of hope was born.