Rain and Embers

in the place where my heart was meant to be

rests only scorched distant memories

I remember the first time I saw rain

napalm poured from cloud-shaped planes

it flooded unpaved dirty streets

and made embers of our home

torching refuge into ash

making of refugees

nomads once again

I’ve Awoken to countless suns

To half-forgotten memories heavy and gray with age

Forgive me sins only god had ever witnessed 

Love

Maybe it's a picture on some stranger's wall
yet it feels so familiar one could almost call it         
                         home...