Nostalgic Holiday

I left my heart at the place i love
Its time it called me home
Morning falls, dark silence
But no, no calls,
Is it this mystic solitude
Which makes it my very own
Tender memories fading away ?
Amidst acts & thoughts
Night falls, breaking light
But no, no call at all
Hurt at this ecstasic moment
Mixed feelings reveal nostalgia,
Its time it called me home tonight,
I remember the winds that blow
I can still see the kitchen door
And i can still feel the delicatelove
of my own lovely, sweet home,
But no call, not as yet,
The place i love never will come to me,
Unless to visit my heart, I go home.

(Aged 15 yrs)