Never Been There

It doesn’t really matter where, even less when or how. Though I’ve often heard the stories, I’ve yet to know the truths from the lies.

My memories tell me little of how it looks, but even such little seems great. I do recall the lights and how they seemed to dance upon the ground. I remember a beautiful scent, but can’t recall it’s aroma. Perhaps I’ll get the chance to see it with my own eyes someday.

Yes, I know that there is none such a beautiful place but there, yet I have full memories of many wonderful sights. Still I long to remember the visions which once fell so soft upon my eyes. Would that life yield me time, I will go back again. I just don’t know the way, for I’ve never been there before.