Nostalgia

There is a sense of longing,
For places never been,
Within vast citadels of truth,
Where time melts away
Into irrelevance.

There is a sense of yearning,
For dreams unfulfilled,
Inhabitants of possibilities,
Where within consciousness;
All becomes permissible.

There is a sense of craving,
For a wind never felt,
A gale bearing the scent of sky,
Where the blanket of existence,
Envelop us as one.

There is a sense of pining,
For a silence never heard,
Freed from shackles of thought
Where avenues of the mind,
Descend into unfamiliar quiet.