Call of the sea

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.

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.