Friday 20 February 2015

Hurry home

Hurry home, o sweet one
This place longs your return
Empty existence eager await
A heart of fire waking burn.

Sounds are deafening silent
Colour seems dull to day
Taste and smell bland at best
All touch colder I dare say.

Time drags on in disregard
'Twas too long ago thy face
And all accompany entourage
With its precious presence grace.

But excite rises from my soul
Knowing the future ahead
In little a while I am blessed
With greetings to be said.

I wait for you once more
But gladness filled my own
I hope the same thoughts though
Your face be to mine shown.

Monday 2 February 2015

Lost in a familiar place

And as I walked on my way
A straight path as my guide
Some tracks were made in tar
Steps that seem be by my side.

People few of pure a heart
My memories from afar miss
Lingers longing for the time
Once spent on true and bliss.

These souls of the most important
Yet distance their own be
Beg able us to understand
How precious they are to me.

Thank you, dear friends
For the past I knew
I miss you painfully
May blessings be to you.