Nostalgic

I’m nostalgic of a place I’ve never been.

A place of more magnificent than you have ever seen.

A palace for the lonely.

For a king with no money.

Walls of clouds.

Shaped by grand sounds.

 

I’m nostalgic of a place I’ve never been.

Memories of a world I’ve never seen.

A palace of solitude.

A prison of the mind.

Castles in the air,

Shaped by a mason of mist.

Rivers of lightning flowing through the heavens.

Claps of thunder for an absent audience.

A lake of storms across the sky.

 

I’m nostalgic for a place I’ve never been.

Flashes of a sight too majestic to describe.

A palace of shimmer.

Constellation beyond destruction,

Under an understanding given sky.

A ball of light raising voice to the clouds of wisdom.

 

I’m nostalgic of a place I’ve never been.

A vast expanse of a place I’d love to be.

A palace full of mystery.

Storehouses of the hail,

A map to show where the light reside,

Where east wind blow on the earth.

 

I’m nostalgic of a place I’ve never been.

A place where clay is transformed under a seal.

A palace that knows no clock,

Your tomorrow is my today,

And your yesterday still my today.

Shrouded by works of art.

 

I’m nostalgic of a place I’ve never been.

If only you could see what I have seen.

 

 

I acknowledge Abdul Rahman Zaid and Sharon Akinyi Jaoko for their input in the writing of this piece.

 

 

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