it seems like a vastness of time and space has found it’s home in me
the more I linger, the more drawn in I am
and should I choose to fly the open skies
the comfort of home keeps me close
if I said I missed you so…
would you carry me home
Tonight?
Home
…the persistence of memory
…it’s an old photograph tucked away in a myriad folds
and yet every once in a while she stares at the gurgling laughter
and the strength of the hold
…she recalls the love and the warmth of a home
much before the big world, swallowed her whole
….a solitary moment captured in a sepia print
from days long ago
….and now when the storms rage and sometimes when the lights wane
against the flicker of candle light
….arises a smile, reminiscent of the little girl
that she used to know
never let me go
you and i, we’ve met before
before the winding alleys to my home changed
where daisies met every morning to greet the sun
and music wafted from the apartment above
the road where i walked to the bus stop and
stopped to chase the little ducklings along the way
you and i have met before
before i forgot the way to your home
the one that has that tea shop for four
and around the bend, waters blue
with doves so white and pristine true
we’ve been apart chasing dreams, some elusive, some real
but the moon’s been out each night, leaving a trail
you and i we’ve met before
I’ve just forgotten the way home.
smudged smiles and charcoal eyes
If I turn around and look back at me I can almost always hear happy laughter, tinkle of silver bangles, pretty toe rings and more often than not a bashful smile left behind in a trail of lily of the valley, a cup of steaming tea and opium incense in the air …I wonder what it is you see?….do you even remember?
Come with me and let me go
How swiftly the cocoon of memories created wafts away as one reaches home…..you try holding onto a steady stream of conscious thought desperate in your desire to still belong…all it takes is one ring of the phone to remind you of being back. And soon familiar sights of the haven known lull you into their illusion of being well….but you do know some part of your soul now lies scattered over the myriad waters blue and a setting woebegone sun.
Only the bent blades of grass to remind you of where you’ve been all along.
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