All those in exile

No matter how bright these days,

Sunsets are never the same;

For the colours float in forlorn eyes –

What’s then left, to seek in empty skies?

Until one day, you go back again

And realise, home cannot be found

Not back, not anywhere, ever again

For home was a yesterday lost in the rain

 

They have all moved on with their lives,

Left - the din of a sepia world,

The heartfelt warmth of sunset days

Exists no more, not in ochre time or space

 

We are then, all in lost exile

In islands carved out of our sojourn seas,

The cost we paid to think we are free

Moving on and ahead, so listlessly…

 

We are then, all in lost exile

Hiraeth in every cup of life,

One more look to the western skies,

Are those new colours? A handful of us realise…

 

22^nd Jan’2022