Evoking Truth

When all is calm and still,

devoid of even the song of the winds,

when the leaves of trees are mute,

I breathe in, breathe deep,

quiet, stillness, peace,

it is then that my soul sings...

Singing, evoking a

distant memory

Of a place

we might have been...

Was it a childhood dream?

lived as if real?

Was it a place of sand,

where waves came rushing in?

Was it high on top the cityscape

where clouds kissed our

weary cheeks?

Where was it?

My memory evades...

And then it dawns

like that of an earnest

sun breaking through

the darkest dark of night,

It wasn't anywhere else,

It was the clear as day

evoking life truth...

It was a fierce pull of belonging,

a finally finding oneself,

It was a wondrous, beautiful

certainty

A final finding of home,

that is you...

Photo credit: Joy Villahermosa