“Welcome home dear!
Where have you been for so long,
while I missed you here?”
In the far west,
musing over the yesterday’s sunset
waiting for the sun to rise and
watching grass do its work!
“I have adorned
green grasses with my dewy tears,
did you see them,
did you have time to look?”
Time is a bird of prey,
swooping down at a terrible speed
on life at this moment,
gliding effortless at the very next,
almost painfully slow
for that life to either pass or perhaps let go!
“Now you and your dark words,
did you miss me at all?”
I had so many dreams of you;
it felt so good to dream,
to ride their foamy crests
across the seas and fairy lands
of plains, meadows, of hills and sands…
Now I am back nevertheless,
back from my dreams and death –
to fall asleep in life, again!