Homeland of Dreams
If eyes are the windows to the soul,
Then dreams must be the door.
They strike me like lightening that vibrates through my body
And shake me to the core.
They drench my soul with their presence,
Until I am dripping with the emotion for days.
I remember not the images, but carry with me the essence.
They guide my thoughts with an emotion that is in me engraved.
This reminiscence stretches my soul.
The illusions pour in through the gaps at the seams.
I navigate the ethereal seas of the earth,
But like a wistful traveler, I long for my homeland of dreams.