Why do I get these longings?
a craving to get back home
to a place
I've never seen before
but, somehow my soul feels
It is the place
to which we belong!
It is our home,
where came from
A vague emptiness
there in-between every breath
now fills up with this illusion
of a heavenly place
where the moon has been singing
and the fairies fly you across
It must be somewhere far away
where your illusions come to life
a place far beyond
the circle of life and death
maybe it is
out on the the other side
then again, who knows?
about after life
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem