Coming Home

Coming Home





I am coming home
I already can smell the wet grasses;
I am coming home
I already can see greener hills


What a sweet welcome it is
To feel your hands on my face
To walk under the warm afternoon sun
With you while singing our song


Long lost laughters coming back;
Our tunes that we used to sing
Again echoeing by the riverside
After a long long time


And by nighttime
I am enveloped by
the summer night's wind that I've loved
With the stars near me
Just twinkling in your eyes


Take my hand and
Don't let me leave again
Come with me then
I will never go away again


I'm coming home
After being all by myself
I am home
I am wrapped in your arms
While waiting for the sun to rise.




Alyssa V. Agas