In another realm
beings dwell in all calm.
Eons old,
they forgot what they were once called.
Some of them stray,
go of their way.
Here is their tale,
as they walk through the veil
separating living and dead
in vain
a glimpse is enough
for the boarders to fail.
they gaze through human eyes
only but once, this is key
they see love
and can’t abort thee
we call it death
but little we know
it’s not one mysterious of man
it’s travelers, far off their home
they love deeply and never let go
but bodies – they don’t know
familiar with souls alone
they don’t have the use of blood nor bones
we feel bereft
our love has stolen – it’s theft!
they don’t ask
they do not barter
never they stop,
won’t accept a swap
what they love is theirs
it’s the way things go since eternity
and will continue to do so
in all infinity
and silly as humans are refuse to accept
feel sad instead, feel bereft
But all of us are mere travelers
so lets our life’s journey be simply marvelous!
Daniela is the writer of this poem, she describes herself as an inquisitive writing anthropologist. She likes minimalism, being happy and laughing with her friends.
Right now Daniela is traveling in Mexico, she continues her life expand. See more, Feel more, and know more, she is not limiting herself … we are looking forward of her posts.
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