I wrote a letter on home,
Crumpled it up, set it on fire.
A few words escaped,
And flew under my bed.
Now in my dreams
They whisper to me.
Tag: Home
A Journey Home
Memories of ancient tome,
rush past the window,
the road home journeyed alone
dies tomorrow.
An exile forlorn,
may still fly from sorrow,
in all reverie hope is born
hidden away by shadow.
