Lantern Fish

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Homesick for the Wilderness

Oh, I haven’t felt the Sun’s gentle touch
Wake me up
On an ordinary spring morning
Since I closed my eyes
To the magic.

Oh, I haven’t heard the birds sing me to sleep,
Bring me sweet dreams
On an ordinary summer night
Since I stopped listening
To the music.

Oh, I haven’t let an unexplored road
Lead me home
On an ordinary winter evening,
Since I shut my door
To everything outside,
Since I shut myself inside
With no way out,
No way back
To my home
That used to be everywhere.
Oh, now I’m homesick for the wilderness.

I’m homesick for the wilderness,
But I’m glad I didn’t forget
Where my home is,
So I can always return to the wilderness.
Oh yes, I’m glad I still remember
A way to find the direction
For my first step,
So I can always return to the wilderness.

So I listen to the wind whisper my name,
Tell me to gather some courage
And I follow my heart as it takes me to a place
Still unexplored,
A lost world,
Where I can find myself
And return home to my wilderness,
So that I can feel the Sun’s gentle touch
Wake me up
On an ordinary spring morning,
So I can open my eyes
To the magic again.

                                                                               -m.k.

M.K.

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