I Picked Up a Marble

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.