#hireath
As the Earth holds us, fresh, alive, in a morning dew,
Awaken in me gently and let the world be cut in two
Walk thru my door & my meaning carries you across
Hiraeth me in the Morning longing in the pain of loss
For what could ever never truly unruly whisper to be
That home within a home there and never there a sea
Perhaps we never fully had each other keep us whole
Such nostalgia in a tree, grief, as if a lonely fogs a soul
My old home, a past, she was a person twist-free alive
Rich as honey reach in her, imagined memories thrive
An ache unresolvable that place misses us deep inside
Never the same a better worse a mind I'm in your ride
Return to me altared in a state, quiet in a knowing fate
That once held us, melds us, different in a same of late,
A kind of change that rolls us, a ruin of our almost life,
I live inside you know so much beauty breezes a knife,
My through-line within you leans to a little you linger,
Lasts into a silence the sounds you make rings a finger
Her soft imprint thrives me in a lonely of a lasting way
I still walk toward you away from you to live in a gray.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 9:09 AM UTC
The sweet sound of innocence
from rampant fits of laughter,
Lemon bars embellished
with a coat of sugar,
Cartwheels in
the freshly mown grass,
the taste, the smell
forever engrained in my mind,
The sweet, syrupy
cherry lollipop,
tinging my tongue,
ever-so-slightly reminding me,
nagging me to feel
this nostalgic desperation,
for a time and place
that no longer exists.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC