I dreamed I was home
Warm air fragrant with rain
The too sweet scent of white ginger
Lifts with dew drops
To the sun
I dreamed I was home
The bamboo forest sways
Aching
In the wind
A reluctant partner in the daily dance
I dreamed I was home
Deep mountains of green
Steadfast soldiers stand sentry
Raked by time
And still strong
I dreamed I was home
Salt licks at my lips
Mangoes slippery and smooth
Tease my tongue with their taste
I dreamed I was home
My grandfather calls
Washed clean by the sea
Wet sand holding me
Rooted
2 comments:
Mmmmmmmmm. Sounds nice. Fragrant.
And as you dreamed, you were there, for real.
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