Your Other World

Where is it that you go to
when for you, I don't exist?
to some realm where I
am never welcome

Yet you come running back to me
to set your spirit free
from time to time

for your other world
would keep you chained in ignorance
of the splendid innocence
that you've become

and leave you with the sense
of being wrong
even just for being born
into this form

yet time and again you go back
until you lose all track
of who you are

when there - that bright and shiny star
that calls itself your soul
beckons, whispers on the wind
that forever call you home


Copyright© 1999 Michaelette L. Romano
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Take me home...