nostalgia – Prerna's blog

As the sun begins to rise on yonder ridge
and morning dew drips down like heaven’s tranquil,
my soul is stirred with thoughts of days gone by
and a yearning for a home now far behind me.

But home, I find, is not a place merely,
for it’s a feeling that nurtures the soul.
It’s not a static thing, that stays the same,
but moves and shifts, like the breeze and the rain.

For though my home is off the beaten track,
I find that home is still something I can find.
It’s in the people that I love and cherish the most,
preserved in the endless tapestry of memories entwined.

It’s in the laughter of my kindred and constants,
and in the beauty of the world that surpasses all.
It’s in the love that flows within and between us.
and in the hope that together we can endure the storm.

So though my anguish may come and go,
as the tides of life may rise and fall,
I know that home will always be hither,
in the love and memories of my evermore.

For home is not a place or time,
but a feeling that transcends all clime,
and though it may be fickle and fluid,
it’s a constant that will never cease.