What’s nostalgia, have any idea?

What’s nostalgia, have any idea?
Why am I unreasonably sad?
I was dreaming of my gran Maria
Coming home as if she wasn’t dead.

In this vivid dream, I was insisting
On my only wish to hold her hand.
Saying farewell is so twisting!
Why’d we part? I’ll never understand.

Sorry, granny, I am not so clever,
Understanding slips like a mirage.
Dear granny, will I see you ever
There, in the heavenly collage?

Here I am alone, without answers,
The night is gone, and there is no hint.
Spinning Globe, the everlasting dancer,
Will you keep my very last footprint?

23.12.14