Homeless

Sometimes I feel like an alien.

Homeless

 

With my heart encaged in a safe illusion,

I go through the days without destination.

With the deep sense of an homeless being,

my body carries me around,

like a butterfly visiting flowers,

wandering in a dance of wondering.

 

My home isThe Sky...

 

Where is Life taking me?

Am I walking in the right direction?

What does Heaven asks me to do?

Am I honouring my soul's mission?

The only wish I cherisch is...

fullfill the purpose of my earthly existence,

giving a home to the Eternal Light I Am.

Author's Note

Do you ever feel like this?...

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Yes, I have felt like this, but
I think no one could voice it as well .
You have written a beautiful poem in
a creative manner.
It is exquisite---- thank you
---- Eagle Cruagh