Home and Heart

I dragged my heart to faraway places,
However, Home it refused to leave.

Half way around the world,the night ushers in pin drop silences and silvery lights from the sky. I turn the volume louder to fill the void that I chose over the familiar sounds and smells. As I gaze across the ocean, I search for one friendly wave that has crossed the seven seas to bring tidings from afar. The water that kiss my feet bring love and memories from the other side of the world. The warm resplendent setting sun of the west, the glorious morning of the east.

Must I, the vagabond be?
I don't want to be free.
I yearn the bondage of the soil,
I want to plant my feet,
I want to be the humble tree.

Home?... What of it?
Isn't home where the heart is?
Sometimes I follow my heart.
Sometimes it follows me.
Home?.. Where is it?

I found my heart in a faraway land,
"Welcome Home."It said to me.