Take me away to the unsung hills of Neverland,
Take me away to the melody of childhood rhymes
To the soft lilting tunes of forgotten memories
Let me run free from the chains that hold me,
Fly in the winds that take me to worlds I've never seen
Become the water that holds together the world.
But dreams only last a second,
Then it'll all come crashing down.
And we'll return.
Down to the pain,
The heartbreak,
The endless toil 'till we're six feet under.
But stare into my eyes,
And watch the fire I've brought back.
"You've seen my descent. Now watch my rising."
~Rumi
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
