Crushed, crowded, drowned by people
Escaped to freedom, off the train!
Homeward bound, paradise calls,
When you reach home, the warmth forgives all.
And finally when the talking is spent,
Sweet quiet descends with hushed footsteps.
The rustling wind gently sways the trees,
The chirping birds call out to heed.
Listening to my heart beat in harmony,
I wonder if there is a place closer to heaven.
And so my dear, when you meet me again,
You’ll find my soul, refreshed anew.
Seeking you with all its passions unbound,
To renew, burst forth and to be alive again!
Anita Atina
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alive-again-3/
