03 June 2015

Take Me Home

Take me home
Where languages float and sing with my heart
Take me home
Where I eavesdrop to what's beyond sound
Where courtesy makes up half of what is uttered
Where a symphony constantly plays between hearts
Take me home
Where the noon gets high on fountains of spices
In shaded tight alleys
And tea rings in its small glasses
Under high-pitched chatter
Much that would drive me mad
Still
Take me home
Where it is chaotic yet understood
Where every layer melts onto the other
Like flesh on one body
Take me home
My feet are weary of wandering
My eyes just want to see your warmth
I want to fall back
Onto the cushions of our wet land
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home

Amal - June 2015

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