YEARNING

I yearn to the reach

the road that goes

back to where you

live, all of you

in those golden-hued days

of summer light

and autumn leaves.

There life is worth

living, there future

is not written. There

hearts beat and

mouths speak

with voices

now silent here.

Here, silence,

gloom and future

set to despair.

Here the yearning

for that road

through the years

of loss to home.

That road I have

found and walked

and lost and cried

for; the road back

there, where you live,

live as much as

I don't here.

28.07.2019