Lucid Homesickness

Tracking down a view from a dream.

It feels like a real place I've somehow seen. 

I long to find it once again.

I want to roam that nostalgic land.

I want to find my dream-like trance.

Lost and tangled, trees lay bare on the mountain paths.

I linger to see the streams cutting through.

Rocks that remain after thousands of years cut over the tests of time.

There's old energy dancing with new.

I seek to take in the constant but always changing view. 

Even in a winter's frozen Hell.

This is the one true place I could find and remain myself.

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(From book three of my poetry books, A Gentle Minds Embers. This poem should be on page six if you ever want to reference it.)