When I closed my eyes

About life before a birth and after a death , and conceptual life in between

I closed my eyes and fell to a quiet darkness
a strange stillness , when I closed my eyes,
could see clearly the dusty roads behind,
the footprints being washed by endless seas .
Beyond the clouds I could see Light,
I could see the tiniest petal so bright.
When I closed my eyes, I could see a face,
a trace , a beautiful lace of tales,
history of centuries overlapping - merging,
death - cradle, throne to saddle,
summation of summaries,
faintly painted memories.
It's been a thick cosmic universe,
and I'm a wanderer - a lost planet,
with questions and doubtful verse,
I run randomly like a silhouette.
Only when I closed my eyes,
I could see clear - beyond all sighs,
tears and smiles and the other dramas,
the power of pains, terrible traumas.
The smallest dust of miracle,
marking a life at the pinnacle,
epics of struggle - buried in ruins,
reaping myself, when I closed my eyes.