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.