Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Where is my home?
National songs.
Poets n poems.
Lyrical tomes.

Memories maker.
Venue settings.
When above all is
a home I've not yet seen.

Ironic oxymoron.
In age and time
we craft and cry.
Here n there,
everywhere we bend
where is the heart
but pulled astern.

One day that mansion with many rooms.
One day a heart not deterred by the view.
One day not a thought even given to this.
One day.