Another Home

The ground is virtually void of colour.
A grey misty green.
Like watching a film in such low contrast
It’s almost black and white.
A land that looks and feels familiar,
Yet not to this earthly planet.
A home to another world
Far away; minus the trees and the grass
and any form of life as we know it.
Is it just my imagination that’s so in love
with roaming on this new land?
Or could it be a distant memory…
A possible past life as another being
In another universe?
It’s that colour.
It’s that grey misty green.
It’s that ground virtually void of colour.
It’s that black, grey and white shade that almost is.
It’s that which looks and feels so familiar.
It’s that which makes a part of me feel at home.