Jul 2013
Take me to the land I've seen in dreams,
Where airy thoughts condense in ashen streams,
Where the empty skeletons of trees
Crack and rattle in unfelt breeze,
Where long-lost lovers unite and reminisce
Amidst the fog and quietness,
Where love escapes from lips like vapid mists
And the night is alive with eternal bliss.
Take me to that place, so far from home,
Far from all I've ever known
Where no one is ever truly alone
And no one is ever truly alone.
Where airy thoughts condense in ashen streams,
Where the empty skeletons of trees
Crack and rattle in unfelt breeze,
Where long-lost lovers unite and reminisce
Amidst the fog and quietness,
Where love escapes from lips like vapid mists
And the night is alive with eternal bliss.
Take me to that place, so far from home,
Far from all I've ever known
Where no one is ever truly alone
And no one is ever truly alone.
I write most of my poetry in the twilight of sleep. This poem (no exception) makes an attempt to describe a landscape I saw in a half-dream: dark, secluded, foggy, but somehow beautiful.
*Update*: I found this place while traveling through Virginia. I can't begin to describe how crazy that experience was. Deja vu on some insane level. I think I'd like to live there someday.
*Update*: I found this place while traveling through Virginia. I can't begin to describe how crazy that experience was. Deja vu on some insane level. I think I'd like to live there someday.
