We were somewhere else

1
We were somewhere else
A place I’ve never been
And I know
That I will never go back
Like a dream
Specific to that moment
Unreplicable
But startlingly alive
Until waking

2
We were somewhere else
maybe among the stars
where time meant something
different
because I swear
I lived lifetimes
in those moments

3
Did it mean something different
In that place that we were
I don’t think it translates
To the here and now
As I run my hands over
The things we made
I no longer recognize the shapes
I’ve become convinced
That we were somewhere else

4
Take me to that place
That somewhere else
You go to
When your eyes get
That faraway look
And a smile
Creeps across your face

5
We were the
somewhere else
drifting in the
somewhere
looking for the
else

Author's Note

From a prompt. Guess it worked

Reviews

[Twilight]

"We" is mentioned in verse three, so I wondered if the place you had in mind; was somewhere associated with a friend (or even that special someone).

Verse five, made me think of two people; uncertain about their way ahead.

It's rather cryptic in some lines, so the whole idea of "place" here; could well be used as metaphor instead. Or, in addition to an actual place of special significance for the writer.?

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. You take the reader there.

[Grant]

This is my favorite writing of yours so far. Very mystical and Piscean. Very effective conveyance of imagery.

[red93]

Nice Work. Celebratory and real. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[The_Ancient_Rock]

It worked very well indeed.
Sometimes a sentence is all we really need to develop.
I sense a feeling of nostalgia in the poem, like the memory of a long time ago past life. Truly a remarkable piece.
I very much enjoyed reading this poem.
And yes, maybe we where someone else, who really knows?
That is what is so beautiful and magical in poetry in my opinion.
A writer can live many different lives many times, with many different meanings.
Take good care Green. 😃

[Lorry]

Sometimes we do live lifetimes in moments thar don't translate to here snd now.
Your last verse ties up these feelings perfectly, or perhaps just imperfectly, to the viewer who has never known this place and time.