When I’ll Come Home

Someday I’ll come home

But not just yet.

I’ll be leaving soon,
for greener pastures

Going far,
chasing the horizon
I’ll soak in the sun
Lie on the grass
Listen to the waves
the lapping lullaby.

Someday, I’ll come back.

I’ll climb white peaks
I’ll dive deep seas
I’ll learn an obscure tongue
Try a soup suspicious
wear a dress ostentatious

But, someday, I will come.

When the sun colours me warm
When the seas impart their song.

When the gulfs glitter,
And the sparrows twitter,

When the palm fruits turn bitter.

When the Sun sets orange and red,
And the sands in pink and chrome are set.
When the flamingoes fly home,
And the winds blow North
When day’s symphony is gone.
And I know what it is worth.

Then the night’s silence
And the melody of the stars
will remind me,
Of greener pastures
Of sparkling streams
Of a brick chimney’s steam
Of you –
When in silence and in subtle murmurs
I’ll hear the breeze beckon me homewards

Your silent gesture

I’ll come Home.

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