Hiraeth

Hiraeth

My morning awakes to a holy spur
Leaving behind the smells of petrol
As my faith rides me home
Far away from the madding crowd.

Through the pane I gaze and wonder
Cocooned in childhood nostalgia:
Vitality of the plains. Pondering on
the secrets of simple living
so much do I miss to capture.
En route my station.

Yet I return every time
Waving at the beckoning paddy fields
And Kans grass like fairy's wings.
To my vapmire's lair.
To the taste of urbane malls.

Could Eve and Adam settle in Eden
After tasting the forbidden fruit?
How could i!