Home

Afar from distant shores,

The lights slowly fade,

And the Visitor slumps,

In a reverie of disappointment.

As the moon delicately

Takes on its soft glow,

He raises his head,

Muses and sighs.

What's in a word?

Home -

Reverently breathed,

A desperation clamped

In the hearts of many.

It's the heartbeat of man;

A pulse that lingers in his breast,

Even when death stands at the door.

What's in this word?

"Home" -

Therein is the strength for the seeker;

Hope for the weary,

And life for the soulless;

Sweet aroma,

From across horizons;

And a simple four-letter word,

Which pulsates in every being,

Regardless.

And so the Visitor lifts his head;

Tugging at him,

Are the melodic strains

Of a faint song,

That reaches him,

Like a breezy fragrance.

In it,

He hears the song,

Of a place he knows well;

'Twas the call of Home.