Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 115

A team of engineers start to design
a piece of art, new and divine.
Diligently working, with care and precision,
slowly but surely, they create our vision.
Then scientists arrive, to dream and imagine,
they keep me up, and jump into action.
They use new gizmos, seemingly magic,
suddenly it's done, defying all logic.
And now, it is complete.
The amorphous structure is nestled
behind the sleepy mountains.
A myriad of guests cascades
into the regal entrance.
I venture into the heavenly halls.
Silently waiting.
Bathed by the faint light,
I welcome our entranced visitors,
initially sceptical, but now teetering
between fantasy and reality.
Knowing that their wish will soon be granted.
I lead them into the designated dome,
familiar, yes, but never dull.
We’re vertically strapped
by a blanket of silk,
and gently secured
by an invisible force.
Then, we are thrust vertically,
after a joyous countdown.
Admiring the building,
the Greater Bay Area, and finally, Earth.
Experiencing.
Ethereal glows.
A plethora of shy stars.
Fleeting asteroids.
Idyllic rays.
The calming hum of our great
infinite cosmos.