Wednesday, January 18, 2012

No Other Home



Winter's running late, spring hesitates to arrive
And yet all I see, are hues of a heart so vibrant and alive
I would catch the fastest sail to be by your side
If only moments like these could convey all that's raging inside

I will always find your face, whenever I look at mine
Praying that the reflection I see, would one day be yours, for all time

Journey on, footsteps beating along with my heart
And know that no matter where your roads take you...
It will always be your shores I drift to, even from the start

Find me in yesterdays and look for me in your tomorrows 
And I shall seek you out in fateful sunrises and retreating sorrows

And,
If I ever lose myself in this winding path of new
Those eyes of yours will lead me back to no other home, but you.

RSBernardo 










Winter's running late, spring hesitates to arrive

And yet all I see, are hues of a heart so vibrant and alive

I would catch the fastest sail to be by your side

If only moments like these could convey all that's raging inside

I will always find your face, whenever I look at mine

Praying that the reflection I see, would one day be yours, for all time


Journey on, footsteps beating along with my heart


And know that no matter where your roads take you...


It will always be your shores I drift to, even from the start


Find me in yesterdays and look for me in your tomorrows 
And I shall seek you out in fateful sunrises and retreating sorrows
And,
If I ever lose myself in this winding path of new
Those eyes of yours will lead me back to no other home, but you.

Ruby S. Bernardo








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