08 March 2009

Homesick

Welling sadness
Incredible sadness

Skirting along the edge

Of tears and loneliness


Somehow the joy and delight

Conjured up by your words

And the vision

Of walking barefoot and

Climbing trees with gratitude


Touches something dark and unknown

An overwhelming grief

I have yet to make friends with

Or even ask it's name


Where am I?



[08 March 09]

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