FROM AFAR

Beyond the mountains, beyond the hills where the eye cannot see beyond the wild endless sea travels my thought with golden wings. It travels faster than the wind back to the land of melody familiar places seeking to see bringing to me sweet memories. It flaps around the old neighborhood where I played in my childhood, down the creek and the lagoon where shown the silvery moon. And on my mother’s grassy grave comes to a halt and starts to weep. The cold tombstone begins to feel embracing stone its own heart beat. Back comes to me swift and strong as if I never had left home.