I Miss

I Miss

I miss a time that's long long ago.
Before the time I was born.
A time I feel more connected to.
I'm here but I feel so torn.

It's strange to miss a time that's unknown.
And with no memories then.
But the more I sit and write my thoughts,
Those are the times that I pen.

I write of times and places unknown.
But felt deep inside my soul.
Places that I have never seen but,
They're places that I feel whole.

Times in the old wild wild west.
And places I've never seen.
But somehow when I pen those subjects.
I feel a solace so keen.

Like somehow I must have been there once.
Maybe just in my night dreams.
Or maybe I spent many long hours,
Daydreaming of white moonbeams.

That carried me off far far away.
To another time and place.
Where I could feel that I belong.
With a special kind of grace.

I always return to the present.
No matter how far I go.
I have no power to change my course.
No matter what I may know.

MDG (3-31-2015