YEARNING:

I am here, yet in my mind I go tiptoeing,

To that far-off place in my yearning soul,

To wide green fields with farmers hoeing,

Where a meadow is home to sheep & foal.

Under sun, my heart wends its weary way,

To cascading waters upon cold grey stones,

To misty streams where otters leap & play,

And earth holds dear, my ancestor´s bones.

As I sit pondering, beneath tropical skies,

Colour reigns & sun laughs upon my face,

I seek that green land, beyond teary eyes,

Knowing, in ashes, I’ll return to that place.