Home

Автор: Лидия Каштанова


Is it where you come from,

Or is it where you go?

Is home what I’m becoming,

Or what of me becomes?



Under the shadow of trees,

In depth of river flow,

In warm and steaming sunlight -

Where do I belong?



Or among the humans,

Who’s good, but yet untrue,

I must find my condolence,

I must to suffer through.



Or leave it all together

With nothing yet to bind.

Between the stars of night sky

That’s where I might find



The home that I am longing,

The home where I belong,

The home for all my yearnings,

The home where I come from.