Cryzan

I just made up the title... to name this place of imagination ;-)



As shadows lengthen their ageless forms,

And a chill breeze snatches my soul away,

The ghost of a sigh echoes in my heart,

Held captive by scores and scores of forgotten yesterdays.



The sigh resounds, triggering heartache,

I sweep my eyes around this barren landscape,

Hauntingly familiar, hovering spirits of thought faeries;

'Tis the place of long lost dreams and buried memories.



Wander I often here, the wind upon my face,

Caught within the eternal boundaries of time and space,

Seeing for one moment, ideals glimmering in a haze.



What place have I here?

But then again, reality tends to disappear...



Hand in hand, skimming pebbles of first impressions,

I walk with old flames, repeating conversations,

Smiling, laughing, my self of the past walks.

I just stand and watch, reliving each paradox...



Lonely, the wind carries silent regrets,

It sweeps through my being; I have to submit-

A feeling of indescribable sadness and longing...

I like it.



To this country will I come when sad or just weary,

Till I return here for all eternity.