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
Journals Of Enreal 
Isn’t that place here, and now?
Mossy~ if you are blessed with sight… it sure is 🙂
Loved the way you ended the poem…..
I shall say farewell to those places again
For now
But not for long
Lovely!!
~neilina~ only for now:) thank you dear one
You are becoming hauntingly close to the place that has no rules. Each time I find myself almost there, for some reason I become terrified. I wonder why? These last two poems resonated with me and shook me! I wonder why, again. . . Beautiful words, Enreal. . . I relate to these on a deeper side than I usually like to go to. Thanks for creating and sharing. PLL, C.
Cordie~ your words give me a moments pause… for I know of the feelings of which you speak. I too chose tohide… I hide within my words… thank you for sharing yourself… it enriches these pages more than I can myself. Namaste
Beautiful. Just beautiful. Belo.
🙂
Claudia
Thank you Claudia. 🙂
Dear enreal, you have a gift to catch movements and change. You created these esoteric places with subtle words….Thank you Happy Blogging
Rainer~ you bless me with your words. Thank you for sharing my esoteric places and enriching them with your spirit. Namaste