Nostalgia Poem by Elmer Romulo Valdez

Nostalgia



Burning sands, roaring winds on fire,
Bearded masks, moving masses in white;
Alien taps and nods, strange sounds,
All unfamiliar, these unknown stares.

I yearn to see my home...

Varied, colorful desert birds at morn,
Atop the fruitful 'shazarat al nabaq; '
Gaily chirp to awaken a slight slumber,
And remind a far-away vacation place.

My childhood's happy refuge...

Beneath the dry but thriving grasses,
Marble chips, the desert stones shine;
A haven's mirage appears and engulfs,
The isolated spirit seeking a repose.

The cocoon is still remote...

As the numbered stars dot the nightsky,
Thousand bulbs illuminate the streets;
The stray cats scamper under the cabin,
And a softness entices another reverie.

To bring me closer to my abode...

Hearing the laughter from offspring,
And tender whisper of an enduring love;
Feeling the soothing spray of the waves,
And the caress of the mountain breeze.

At last, my heart is at my home!

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Elmer Romulo Valdez

Elmer Romulo Valdez

Luna, La Union, Philippines
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