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Wild meadows
Forests green
Mountains oh so strong

I fly over my native land
I find strength in it
The sweet wind is telling me stories

Lovely ponds
Rivers oh so playful
Majestic oceans

Will I see them again?
The sound of the waves
They rock me to sleep every night

My soul awakens
It calls me home
My body binds me to Gaia

When will I be released?
Free to return home
I won't go alone

I met you, brother
Our bond is older than times
We finally recognized each other

I looked in the eyes of a stranger
Found familarity and a whiff of home
Did you see the same?

Sister, I found you as well
Not from the same blood we are
In heart it is we fit

It's time to dance the ancient dances
Sing words of power again
The gate is open, I can feel

Not yet found
We have to search
We will return

Together
And we never forget
What past has told uns

No life will ever be forgotten
Not the old ones
Not the new

And then again we fly
over meadows green
and forests wild.

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 DariusTech (10.09.12)
In this world
grass is green
sky is blue
and the ocean, too
forests burst with life

But it's not
not like home

It feels like a paler shade
of another green
of another blue
of clouds more physical
and forests more alive

I am walking through
the offstage of
something bigger
something wilder

Home
endless landscapes
and
forests filled with creatures
unspoken
unknown to human eyes

Can you see them sister?
Can you see these colours?

I long for my wings
to carry me over these mountains
to carry me through these clouds again

I want to feel my native land
under my white claws
Claws to big to ever know shoes
Yet, lighter, stealthier
than these clumsy feet

My soul cries for home
My mind is scared of all these
pictures and feelings
bursting in my heart
afraid to get lost
hopeful to find
itself
But my soul sings
the ancient songs

Home is calling me sister
We are but strangers in this place
Will you join me sister?
Can we find the gate
to go back home?

Silver strands
to fine to see
a giant cobweb
joining all and everything

Which strand will lead us home?

We had to find each other
We have...
We had to start to remember
We did..
We have to trust in each other
in our Guides
in our souls
let's do it...



"And then again we fly
over meadows green
and forests wild"
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