Friday, July 4, 2014

Tastes Of Home

Oh to go where the streams are calling,
Oh to walk in the footsteps of ghosts.
Oh to find yourself freefalling,
Oh to give-up on all your boasts.

Oh to touch the clouds when they’re sighing,
Oh to get lost in a starry night.
Oh to let loose with crying
Oh, Lord, stop my heart’s flight.

Oh to remember evenings past!
Rekindle creations romance once more…
Youth’s tears that fell too fast,
A flame you knew in your core.

Come back to me! Come back to me.
Awaken again this heart of stone.
Give me more than a taste, oh God!
Of that place that calls me home.

1 comment:

  1. More from my favorite poet. Face it: you are now, and will always be, a wild fox.