Sometimes I visit
That place of reverie
Where time is not true
And thoughts don’t behave
As they are supposed to.
Old dreams dance hand in hand
With desires not yet born,
Secrets and feelings
Chat quietly
Among themselves
Remembering things
That never happened.
Mysterious paths lead me
To familiar places
Never visited before.
And I don’t know
If I am home
Or I am homeless.
Music sings to the light,
And the heart learns
To drown the pain of love lost
In the memories of love had.
Like morning mist dissipating
When kissed by early sunlight.