In two homes.
My heart got divided between two lands.
One cool and breezy, with amber instead of gold.
The other—hot and vibrant, healing to my soul.
Away from cold winters, I lived in bliss.
Warm and well-fed with flavours of the world.
I’ve made a home there, thinking never to return.
But echoes came from the so familiar woods.
A call from the wild trees and beautiful meadows.
Hearth built in my dreams emerged from the shadows.
Piercing the cloudy skies, a white bird carried me back.
With few answers and goodbyes, I was gone.
A hearth in my heart; I’ll never rest until it’s done.
