Homeward Breeze
On the journey home, a gentle breeze,
Whispering through the hues of the evening sky.
A delicate wind brushes by,
Through withered roots, winding high,
Climbing to a place unseen by the eye.
In the mind, air simmers and steams,
Summons forth branches in a dream.
Like a thorn, piercing from my brain,
All the necessities of evil, in vain.
Unable to spark the desires within,
The wind disperses the sunset’s last gleam.
At that moment, the path home seems endless,
In the distance, islands unfold in a dreamy finesse.
The wind’s murmurs carry away tired footsteps,
Heading towards a place you’ve not seen.
There, a gentle breeze like poetry,
Whispers of future hopes yet to glean.
All evil gradually fades like night,
Tree roots sway in the homeward wind’s flight.
And I, step onto a fresh terrain,
In this homeward breeze, find life’s serene reign
