The home of the birds
that never found their skies
Somewhere in me
lies the home of the birds that never found
their skyes
I hear the echoes of their ancient songs,
songs from my childhood.
Its splendorous to feel how far we can go
inside ourselves,
so far in, that we could not know how to
return
Sometimes I ask myself if I came back, or
if I went so far inside myself that I forgot I departed in the first place.
But who is really capable of saying where
you stand inside yourself, in this moment?
Somewhere in me
lies the home of the birds that never found
their skies,
they fall asleep and dream in the loves
from past lives.
Poem and photo by Regis D'Avlis. All rights reserved