I felt a drunkard in my fanciful sixth sense. <br />The pond seemed to me the Sea of Aegean <br />And the floating leaves warships of Greece, <br />Thousands in number that fought for Helen. <br /> <br />Now, my mind finds infinite amidst finite <br />And beholds freedom in a free flying kite, <br />Discovers beauty in a dazzling little dew, <br />In metamorphoses of bug seeks life anew. <br /> <br />Slowly, my outer sight sinks in shadow <br />As the closing eyelids sleep in meadow. <br />Eyes are closing only to open in insight <br />As if bathed with celestial divine light.<br /><br />Osman Gani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sixth-sense-7/
