Primordial Nostalgia The Society August 30, 2012 Poetry By Joshua Philipp At night alone, I sometimes dream of a place which seems so far away. Quietly sitting by a stream. With words this place so hard to say. In distant lands, its legends told of flowered hills and ancient trees. The weight of wonders, words cannot hold. Its songs are carried on the breeze. With kindness its beauty, the people assist. Every action contains a thought of each-other. For why I ask do we exist? But to illuminate the hearts of one-another. Yet dreams do fade with reality’s wake With much work to do for mankind’s sake. Joshua Philipp is a newspaper editor, writer, and poet living in Astoria, New York City. He is vice president of the Society of Classical Poets. Other Poems by Joshua Philipp Related Post ‘On the Killing of Falun Gong Mother and Child’ ... Ms. Wang Lixuan and her son, Meng Hao, were detained on Oct. 22, 2000. Mother and baby both died at the Tuanhe Forced Labor Dispatch Division in Beiji... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.