The feeling of nostalgia is so foreign,
yet so wistfully timeworn.
like a photo of your ancestors
you've never met,
Or books written
in a once spoken language,
you cease to understand.
Such as a worn out toy,
that at one time brought joy
to a young child's heart.
Or the scent of a cherished candle,
kindling the remnants
of a distant, elysian land.
It's like a place you've never been
and will probably never be,
but the silent warmth it provides
is enough to put your weary eyes to sleep.
A far off lullaby that we once knew by heart.
