MEMORY OF HOME

 

The Long Journey home

I cannot wait

I cannot wait

i hold my thoughts, 

i bait and walk in stealth

and then i breathe,

slowly,

the sinew of my beating heart in symphony

the long road seems to stretch and stretch

amongst mountains and hills, it is in synchrony

beside these rocks that i have called home

amongst the thorny bushes of this land

intrepid memory lanes that have carved me inside

caged me,

made me a zombie

stepped on me

But not today

for today i go back home

the Long Journey home

 

rivers i must cross

and i thirst,

i thirst to drink from them

to solace the hunger that growls and growls

the pain that etches on my sad epitaph

is this enough?

can a man be anymore?

anymore than being tough?

must i forge and wet the feathers?

feathers that no longer know the splendours of the skies?

wings that miss the call of home?

eyes that no longer dance to the sound of the wind.

but this is it today

this is the Long Journey home

 

the long road lies in horizon

and sun and moon dance before my eyes

ululating and welcoming a lost son

lost son,

lost bird of feather

the journey has begun

the memory lane has been undone