It speaks of Home

Longing is always there
Like a shimmering mist an autumn morning
Or a pair of wings beating against the canopy.
It speaks of home;
A glimpse of life under the frost,
Deer tracks in the midnight and gusts of wind
Too melancholy to listen to.
It sounds like the earth traveling through time
In circles of eternity humming
Like a human heart restlessly searching
For its twin.


33 thoughts on “It speaks of Home

  1. … or August, or lifetime… on and on until this beautiful restlessness dissolves in our oneness…

    Thank you for such sweetestly expressed nostalgia Trini, and above all for your heart’s sustaining radiance. Thank you our Precious. God bless you.

  2. Stunning poem! Very powerful imagery. It reminded me of what is always there even if I can pretend it’s not there most of the time. Beautiful way to unearth the truth. Thank you. πŸ’–πŸŒΈβœ¨

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