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Homesickness is like being surrounded
by the music
the cold weather
and so unattainable the conversation
because I sleep when he wakes,
and I work when he returns from work.
Yet I cannot put it down and pretend
that he's not there for a moment...
and all my evening I sit here waiting...
and so I stay awake, futilely waiting...

Yet if I were home, day and night would not collide;
and I would be there and so would he
and I would not have to wait.
And I would be just as cold,
but the warmth of the land and its people would surround me.

And I will bring the light to chase away the darkness in their hearts.

Date: 2007-11-23 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slamlander.livejournal.com
Vey nice and it hit a chord with me. I have been homesick since 1977. They paved over my home while I was away in the Army (1973-1977). What I came back to, I could no longer recognise as home, late 60's-early 70's Orange County California. It's like that old Joanny Mitchel song "They paved paradise and put up a parking lot". I am seperated from my home, not by distance, rather, by time as well.

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