When over the rail bridge
on the sky autumn blue
clouds floated in cotton pieces
I longed for home.
The port light tower
and the masts of anchored ships
made me keen to reach home
like a sailor long on the sea
disembarking with dreamy eyes
thinking if at all is one home
a tender lip awaiting his sunburned cheek
or if he would retrace to the waves
and someone waiting was only in his head.
I was at Remount Road an old station
with home not really that far
and disproportionately small to my yearning.
I was making a brisk walk
and when at the door
fell into a reverie of
rail bridge
anchored ships on the port
white on the autumn blue
and the small station
Remount Road.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 7:22 AM UTC
When over the rail bridge
on the sky autumn blue
clouds floated in cotton pieces
I longed for home.
The port light tower
and the masts of anchored ships
made me keen to reach home
like a sailor long on the sea
disembarking with dreamy eyes
thinking if at all is one home
a tender lip awaiting his sunburned cheek
or if he would retrace to the waves
and someone waiting was only in his head.
I was at Remount Road an old station
with home not really that far
and disproportionately small to my yearning.
I was making a brisk walk
and when at the door
fell into a reverie of
rail bridge
anchored ships on the port
white on the autumn blue
and the small station
Remount Road.
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