Longing Poem by Adrian Antique

My frail eyes …
Quite hazy
Staring blankly
At the city lights -
Dashing and glooming,
Subtle figures, fading …
Far horizons, sinking.

Aboard, a dozen of souls
Whose hearts' fire
Are quietly dim …
Hoping to be rekindled
By the presence of someone
Or somewhere
Perhaps, home.

Dropping off and walking through
Feeling the soft brushes
Of the cold, cold wind …
Staring at the glistening stars
Reminding me of someone
From somewhere
Perhaps, home.

Maybe, just maybe
These bittersweet thoughts
That becloud my mind
Are simply giving hints
That I'm longing for someone
Or somewhere
Perhaps, home.


Joshua Thomas Aguinaldo Antique 6.1.22