Great Expectations

I close my eyes. And ...
I behold the crimson sky, turning a shade pink, so liberally accommodating the meager things, the morning dear embracing all and rendering a new birth of hope.
yes I see it.

I close my eyes. And ...
I see those raindrops trickling down, the lincoln (coloured) leaf, pearls of mirth of the law that binds this world together, parching the indigo soil beneath. Reflected through those raindrops shone the Sun proud and clear, unhindered, unblemished.
yes I see them.

I close my eyes. And ...
I see the Hijli Tower, standing in all its glory, beckoning history to go ahead with it, a stern sentinel heralding a future of great hopes, great dreams and urging the need to discover new truths, to tread on paths alien to all but time.
yes I see it.

I close my eyes. And ...
I glimpse those waves, angels of fury of the ocean which hath all but bash the rocks in her fury.
I glimpse the rocks, silent witnesses to the rage which she bringeth and the cries of the sea gulls.
yes I see them.

I close my eyes. And ...
I find them beaming at me. The truth in their eyes connecting with me, the sparkle of ecstasy too precious but priceless to miss, the radiance on their faces as they behold my future, deeds to be done of greatness and nobility.
yes I see them all.

I close my eyes. And ...
I hear the rustle as the air tickles those trees so modestly yielding to the tomfoolery of the wind, taking the birds into the game, their chirps reverberating through the air.
yes I see them all.

I close my eyes. And ...
I see the ray of hope, masqueraded, shaded, impeded yet not tarnished, the ray of hope carrying the subtle truth, bearing the flicker of emotion which flags us to go ahead, the fuel on which the engine called universe runs.
yes I see it.

I close my eyes. And ...
I see Truth herself, bedecked in all her glory, graciously taking all in her sway, ..

Aww .. Hmm .. I am sorry Professor.