Tonight she tells me that she feels like leaving.
Leaving this foreign land and travel back home.
She misses her muse, which is the love for her country,
The only place on earth that she doesn’t feel alone.
Tonight she tells me that she’s going through the wildest storm.
Like she’s out-walking through the strongest winds,
Heavy-blinding rain and frozen-white snow.
She’s holding in her chest so much pain and love.
Tonight she tells me that she can’t move in darkness.
She drops her eyes and sets a wall between trees.
There are no leaves to disturb the night’s silence.
There are no cracked branches to sing the wood’s song,
Not any good night kisses, to carry in her thoughts.
March 30, 2021