home is where...

how soft,
the distant memory
once more rises,
of a time and place between heaven and earth
robed in dancing shadows and light,

so perfect like
a dream it was, I forgot

was it ever real?
did we ever go?

there are times when I no longer know

O world, turn back again then cease
hold still for me those moments,
in which my heart was whole

as all that remains now to say they were
is their empty place

and the fall of my tears.


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missing ziarah
10/06/08.