These eyes do not deceive as a mirror deceives.
A mirror cannot reflect my mind’s eye.
This darkness I hide in me does not reflect any illusions.
Beyond these black barren clouds,
No sunshine glimmers
And all the lakes run dry.
What kind of a black cloud is this,
That has obscured the world and humanity from me?
I ascend to the gate of heaven and plead:
“I have travelled a long road to your doorstep.
Though I have never crossed over to the other side,
Your door is as close as I have come to a ray of hope.
Guide me past death’s door if she is benevolent,
but do not rob me of the light in my eyes in your kingdom.”
