Europa Dreams

I remember the land
Where my soul was born.

Tucked in a lush lake-filled
Valley deep in the alps.
Netured in a bakery
Selling eclairs at 7:23 along the Seine.
Awakened whil I slept on golden hills
Beneath the grapevines.

I whisper my longing
Onto the wind
Praying I could go home
To the land I've never been.

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Sounds like a beautiful place. Thank you for sharing this poem. Debileah