Homesick of a place I have never been to
A poem by Miste Rain
In my dreams I dream of a beautiful place upon a mountain, in the vast
forests of Mirkwood.... Where the deer come to meet you as you walk along a
path... The trees are ever in full blossom... The birds sing of spring...
The river flows sweet in the beautiful sunlight... The trees sway to the
hypnotizing rhythm of the wind... The air is sweet with the reminder of
young flowers, and of winter growing faint on the wind... The trees are old
as anything... My home tom be, I guess what it is like... Wondering...
Watching... Waiting... For the time to come, when I would leave this
wretched world for a place where there is nothing but peace... In the
wonderful forests... Where the birds sing... The sun will soon rise on a
new horizon... You can run barefoot through the forests with out worry of
broken glass... Dancing under the moonlit trees... How long will I wait?...
How long will I dream?... How long will I be... Homesick of a place I have
never visited...