Legs aching
Britannia in front of me
The Empire long gone
With the rolling hills
And endless green fields
Of England in my mind.
The bustling streets of London filled with sights, sounds and smells
Of coffee, food, and unwashed people
Taste of history on my tongue
Persecution and injustice in my mind
All of us walking here unawares
No time to understand or to think
Appreciate each other
When the world needs it most.
Opened up with a sentence
A deep-seated discomfort looms
Elephant in a china shop
Breaking the fragile state of mind
But it’s followed by the sweet honey of comfort
Dripping in between the cracks
Filling the seams
And making me whole again.
Feel the rush of the night on my skin
As car lights search the shadows
and the neon signs pull at dark corners
The tugging of a young heart
after adventure and thrill
as he stares into the yawning night.
Home, tugging at my heartstrings Home, slipping away into the dark Home, why don’t I know what my heart sings Home, why does every step miss the mark? As the clouds cover all below Shrouding memories in mist Thinking of the thoughts in tow All the things I might've missed Questioning my happiness Wondering what home I miss And doubting my sadness Longing for my beloved’s kiss. Onwards I go, alone but not lonely As the way forward becomes clear My darling, I know that only Want you to be by my side, my dear.