This poem I wrote last year after a long move across the country. And even though circumstances have changed in my life - I am in a different part of the country, I am single again, and I collect frequent flyer miles rather than drive...the yearning for HOME ever persists in my days.
More so now than ever. ...I miss you LD. I can't wait to go home.
Enjoy.
I drive along the 787The crimson sea of tail lights lead the way outside the cityThe dark winter sky is the canvasThe cold concrete overpass looms in the foregroundThe longing in my heart paints the nightI want to go home.Cars dart in and outEveryone in a rush to reach their final destinationI watch them pass in a frenzyI grow numb and my thoughts of you are the beacon before meI'm carried along without a captain's navigationI want to go home.I see the landmarks I now know all so well, no longer novelYou passed a joke, it was a lifetime agoI am alone in a world of unfamiliar facesCold and unforgiving of my painThey all have their lives, their hearth, their loveI want to go home.You filled my world with lightYou slept in my bed, made it warmA mere three days felt like a thousandI felt the sun kissed warmth of the white sand on my bare feetI felt the cool blades of grass tickle between my toesI want to go home.You live your life and play your shows with the bandThe miles between us bear down- my spirit hauntedYour love is the deluge that has penetrated my heartThe memory of your touch lingers as though a ghostI want to go home.I live for the day I'll see your sweet face againYour gaze pierces my steely heartYou held the key that unlocked the door for me to a world of which I knew notOf yearning and affinity and hopeOf desire and family and security and loveYou are my home.I want to go home.
It's lovely and haunting. I hope thinking about it doesn't make you sad. Maybe it helps to know I think of you often and, someone out here misses you too!
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathy. Honestly, I was sad when I dug this poem back up from the grave of lost docs on my desktop. ;) I am thankful I have good friends strewn across the country who think of me...I definitely think of you. I miss my pals--especially my New Yawker ones! ;) Take care!
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