Spiritual Voyage
Had I been lying in my own bed
When I began whirling my world
Opened I my eyes and what did I see?
My body laid down and my soul fleed
She went through the window out
She wanted to travel all around
To see the ancient monument
To catch the eternal moments
Prior on her list the kindom of Egypt stood
The sight of pyramids took her voice
She was sitting and admiring their height
She did not want to leave them behind
Next which she saw was ancient Rome
Area where Caesar took place on his throne
She was standing and feeling his presence
In the darkness and the night’s absence
The essence of travel was Greece
The place where Socrates lived
And where he had his life finished
She wanted to ask him few things
She appointed with him few meetings
When the night started to become a day
The soul wanted to run from there away
She greeted her dear ancient friend
And gave the body the soul that was lent.
After the night soul came back
And told me in mind where it went
She spoke dearly of her whole travel
And described it as a real marvel
The soul spoke of the philosopher
“Socrates was his name
He was like a real father to me
He explained me his views competently’.
The experience was beyond cognition
And my soul still yells inside
for repetition.
Copyright © Angelika Kaluska | Year Posted 2012
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