Halcyon

Dissolve in blissfulness.

As I close my eyes I see:

the whole world is small

and the future is bleak.

A million white flowers

drift around me

and we become stars,

shining on forever.

And my mind dwells

in the peaceful pastures of the past,

the only way to live

is to let them return,

the halcyon days,

childish innocence,

before the world became scary.

I look over my shoulder:

I see the one home I have known,

the small room in my mother’s house,

ever changing,

but always the same.

Memory won’t leave me,

my only faithful friend.

Homesickness takes over

when traveling becomes the same old,

when new countries lose their excitement,

and when it gets hard

to become rooted.

I lose myself in all this.

I lose my identity

and I forget who I am

and why I am.

And with a lullaby

of death

I return to times

before a purpose.

I travel far,

back to the halcyon dimension,

magical realm,

happiness and blissfulness.

The days of wandering are over.

I have returned,

back home,

into the womb

of my being.

Days before self-awareness.

Days before painful truth.

I feel the closeness of everything.

I feel my soul

and the souls of ones like me,

as we speed through halcyons,

Happy,

full of love to give

and ready to be loved.

I am feeling.

I am fully aware.

One of my newer poems here, written just at that magical time between summer and autumn.
First published here.