on the way back home yesterday,
the palm fronds dancing to the rhythmic lilt of the wind
the enamel blue carpeting the wide skies
the wisps of white clouds floating
the vast sea, the Scandinavian blue waves lashing gently on the shores
shores of light golden, with fishermen houses lining up close
ignited nostalgia
in the deepest trenches of my heart
a fire of memories brought me into a trance
as i stared out the clear glass
the scenery faded.
faces that i have long known
laughing, smiling, crying,
illuminated the looking-glasses of the soul
memories that I have once
seen,
touched,
tasted,
heard,
felt,
they were there, fleeting and momentary
oh,
i missed them.
feels like it was only yesterday
in reality it was ages
and the faces that appeared in the eyes of nostalgia
aren't there,
i am faraway, a distant person,
will i ever meet them again?
the lingering question awaits the reply.
a desolate sigh,
and my head in the skies,
drifted below
to the reality that i must live.
the bus continued its journey, didn't it always?
and i resumed my gaze
watching the scenery change
wondering when will i arrive home.
©thevelvetdawn
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