Again, this poem is a victim of memory, my beloved. It (this poem) reflects my longing for my home, the eternal peace that awaits me. When I'm alone, I whisper thoughts of my home, there on the uninhabited grasslands on the high mountains. I see clouds up high and sunsets on the distant horizon, watching them dip in the never-ending line of memories and furnishing the serene light of the stars. There on the grasslands, I see myself watching the sky grow dark, and with my back on the soft earth, I paint the world with a gradient of unexpressed emotions that could only be seen in my mirrored self. There in neverland, I am complete; I am perfect; I am unharmed.
XXXVIII
WALK BACK
It was the time
When the road was long and steep
Over the heap
And the air just washed away
On a pale day
That I longed to walk the road
To my abode
It was the time
When the trees rustled in gust
Through noise and dust
And the flowers bloomed to see
The lonely tree
That I longed to find a place
A quiet space
It was the time
When the mirrors on the gem
With him and them
And the walls were painted blue
On grayish hue
That I longed to call the phone
To weep and moan
It was the time
When the clothes were folded back
In ordered stack
And the toys were tidy white
On virgin light
That I longed to step inside
To seek or hide
It was the time
When the soldiers left for home
To yearning dome
And their parents ate and cooked
With cheerful look
That I longed to much belong
On a sweet song
It was the time
When the stars were clouded cast
On chills that last
And the moon was red as blood
And thick as mud
That I longed for warmer touch
Frozen, if such
It was the time
When the roses were the best
From east to west
And the frangipanis stink
Like blissful wink
That I longed to walk the road
Back to my abode
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
