Drawing eternally toward your realm!

"I do not wish to reveal the sense of poem through description".

Is it the beam,
Residing in the light,
Or is it the illumination,
Inhabiting in the rays.

Is it the droplets,
Who crowns the cloud,
Or is it Empyrean,
Yearning to consign the tears of joy.

I've sailed through oceans,
In search of a shore;
I heard every whisper in the woods,
In hoping to reach tranquility;

The beginnings,
dissolve in the end;
And each of the endings,
Rise again under a new beginning;

Here I feel, Thy presence is a heaven,
consists of infinite tales;
Thy path is a flaming sole,
Whirling in the cradle of sonneteer heart.

I see you, A you,
Solemn, miraculous, ferocious,
Who is holding my hands in mundane,
Drawing eternally toward your realm!