My mind goes back
Memory pays respect to those places
My awareness retracts
Familiarity carries on to those places
My soul speaks in tongues
It opens gateways of shadow and light to those places
.
.
Kneeling
Before them in those places
They speak so clear
I can hear
I can feel
I can understand them and their foreign tongues
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
My voice is silent
Yet they hear me
They see me
They smile with me
In those places
.
My heart
My soul
MySelf
I
I understand
I am content
In those places
.
.
Slowly I turn and see
The oceans
The suns
The moons
The rings of light and color
All in the sky
Or is it below
The ground of magic and shadows of light
the dust is alive with memories and dreams
The blades of grass which dance and laugh
the waters which run spring and jump with happiness and life
Or are they
Above
.
Awareness distracts once more
I have seen and forgotten the foreign shore
The break within the mind
The moments lost in the ocean of time
.
Again
I say farewell
Those places
Shall sleep
For now
But not for long
.
.
for what was known in a dream
again I shall see
for within the slightest memory
we are revealed to what is and what shall always be