My mind goes back.
Memory pays respect to those places
My heart goes back.
Melancholy carries on to those places
My soul speaks in tongues .
They open the gateways of shadow to those places
Kneeling
Before them in those places
They speak so clear
So clear I can hear
I can understand
I can understand their foreign tongue
In their foreign land
The land for which I long
The land from which I belong
My words do not come forward for I can not speak
I visit those places
The places from which we come
I wish to be home
My heart
My soul
MySelf
I
I shall say farewell to those places again
For now
But not for long