there were whispers
coming at dawn
near my ears
it is colder
when i am away from home
and the whispers
are a little bit louder
like some birds
wanting to enter
inside my heart
and make
their nests there
the room is dark
and there is no chance
that i will ever sleep
there is this voice
always telling me
home, i will be home
and tonight is the longest
dark night i shall ever have
it is the sound
of the plane, the clutters
of back packs
it is the sound of
the taxi
going to an airport
it is the view of
clouds up there
and some landscapes
some sea caps
and tiny boats
and then the
touchdown
some hands are
waving
it is 7: 00 a.m.
and the smell of home
is as sweet
as the odor of
an old shirt still hanging
on a chair
beside my door
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