Thursday, 14 June 2007


Light a candle in the attic,
blown by winds of change.

but to reignite a flame forsaken,
burn a light true, pure, pellucid and lilly white.

a man travels the world to find his home,

when all along his home has always been the heart he knows.

this is home, i have found mine...

1 comment:

Zaidah said...

Home, to me, is where my heart feels most at ease. Wateva.