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.