The Olive

Life is all about perspective, To a degree of self-analysis At least, this is what they say… Moments of glitch, flaws glare on the surface An opaque lens which must perceive If there is an emptiness in that glass Actually, if there is any. Life struggles in despair, dismay Those longing moments get covered with dust of time; with sorrow and pain In times of anguish; moments of darkness A blessed olive is needed, to kindle the magnificent lamp Inside the soul, the soul is not a property of east or west But a tremendous allegory, a myth of that blissful light!