in the place of long shadows
the comfort of the twilight that has no beginning, no end
is where I dwell
They call it winter here
I call it
the closest I can get to home
other than to sleep, dream, and journey.
a place where the snowflake can be heard upon it's touch
Where I can hear the bird's wings in flight
no matter how small and swift
and the only perfume
is emitted from the breath of a tree,
and the moss' sigh answering my foot fall
on the path to my homeland
and there all my loved ones dwell
not separated
nor imprisoned
by man's time-piece
No boundaries divide us from one another
for truth is here
in pureness and peace
Love is safe here.
This is where my heart lives.
Here lives in my heart.
