Outside, the rustles of the wind
smiled at the stillness of the night,
darkness cast dimmer shadows
on an empty space that ushered
a stream flow of emptiness within my soul,
nostalgic feelings surged within me swifter,
in an attempt to reminisce the warmth afforded by home,
they say: there is no place like home
the family: a microcosm of God's world.
i see the glimmer of light
beyond the road had died
as the wind became a rain-laden one.