It has been long
since I have traveled this
world.
Freely following green
highways and beaten paths
I await the day
when I can see
the beauty of the goddess
reflected upon this
earth.
I long to feel Rain drops
on my face
Snow flakes on my tongue.
I dream of turning circles
on the beach as the
waves rush up on my feet
sand between my toes.
I yearn to climb the
rocky cliffs
and stand at the top
with the wind in my hair
the cold on my
cheeks.
This is the essence
I remember
The most important part
of this world
That so many
forget.
Not I . I long for it.
A fleeting memory, becoming
a dream I may one day live
again.
And from this cold
white room I am offered
A taste. As there is
a pond. and a tree
when I leave.
If I leave I will
start my travels there.
And always
remember the
essence.