The Land where I lived

I come from far away, from a land you do not know,

where there was no uncertainty or doubt,

the windsocks at the airports only marked

good winds, never thunderstorms or calamities.

All the flights departed at the right times,

with all destinations assured,

as well as the marriages and lives

of each one of its inhabitants.

Winds, rain and snow had their proper seasons,

did not extrapolate and cohabited naturally

and amicably with humans.

Even tragedies and accidents, so few ones,

have their correct proportions and partners,

accepted and shared by mutual agreement.

Really, a perfect midsummer night’s dream.

Nowadays, I am an outcast from my homeland,

and I know the path to my return is blocked.

I fear I will live with you for a long time yet.

I must write a book, if do not have time,

some poems, perhaps, telling my stories,

happiness, even magic, which I left behind.

 

This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©

 

 

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