The Highest Realm

The place I'm from.

I come from a place

a long time ago...

it seeped of freshness

and low lights aglow...

where wispy wings

would slowly go...

with a conscience mind

no man would know.

This place I forever see...

never hot, nor cold

cool yet warm to me...

falling slowly

never landing

nowhere to be...

a thought of flight 

caught on a breeze.

The music soft, 

a gentle sound.

resonating through realms

of groundless grounds...

echoing voices serene,

profound...

golden vapors,

emerald mounds.

Souls through eyes,

meet my own...

without words,

I sing my song...

even more than a feeling,

I forever long...

to be beside you,

to be back home.

Reviews

[Ghost]

A place of life a place of love and a place of longing... We all have a place we want to be nicely written poem... Thank you for sharing

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Thank you Ghost.