Whispers Of A Lost home

In the whispering wind, I hear a call,
A sigh of old forests, a murmur of fall.
Through the veil of stars, in twilight’s birth,
A longing for home, not found on Earth.

Hiraeth, they name it, a sorrowful song,
A yearning for places where I truly belong.
In realms beyond, where the spirit roams free,
A sanctuary lost, where my heart longs to be.

In dreams, I wander where the rivers glow,
Through valleys of peace where the wildflowers grow.
But waking, I find only shadows remain,
And the ache of a soul in a world full of pain.

The skies may be blue, the mountains stand tall,
But there’s an emptiness that echoes through all.
For my spirit is tethered to celestial light,
Not bound by the confines of Earth’s Day and night.

Oh, stars of my longing, guide me back home,
To the fields of forever where the free spirits roam.
Where the music of silence in the ether resounds,
And the love of the cosmos in every heart pounds.

In the depth of my being, the ancient truth sings,
Of a place far beyond where eternity rings.
A spiritual journey, a quest of the soul,
For a homeland celestial, where I’ll be whole.

So I walk this Earth with a heart bittersweet,
With hiraeth as my guide, my compass, my beat.
Till the day I return to that sacred embrace,
And find, once more, my true home in grace.

• Cameran Titheradge 2024 ©