Returning Home Poem by Antonio Liao

pages of time has turn to an end, like a pattern
of design accolades the signature of perfection
as it signal its trumpets that the finishing line
of the race is over

scroll down the salutation of honor, prestige,
and power, all hunt the table of prizes, where
the alluring faces lay down its head to the
wisher of the ages

let the sky witness the clouds that floats
encompasses the direction of the wind, going
beyond the heaven, believing that the night
may come in the halo of the day

all what we have only is a delay of that
moment to come, knocking at the doorstep of
the limbo of darkness of eternal home, for the
eternal truth leaves no regret in the dunes of the
sand harbor in the shadow of infinite lasting
memory of rest

leave nothing for we came nothing to remember
of our journey, the voiceless soul goes in the
pedestal of the living, a haven for us to live
forever ……..