Homesick

My heart longs for it beyond anything.
I can feel the gentle yet firm pull on my soul.
The faces stare back at me pleading for something.
Their clothes tattered and torn, a shoe missing a sole.

The landscape as beautiful as the eyes staring back at me.
I pick up the rich soil and let it run through my hands.
I'm taken up in the moment as I look out and see
The multitude of people who outnumber the sands.

Struggling for something worthwhile to say
A few mumbling words manage to escape my lips
They smile, nod and affirm me in their own way.
My heart pounds, down my face the tear drips.

Such a love I do not know despite my deepest longing.
Awakened by my dream I am unable to stop singing.
Soon, I say, will I return to embrace and be embraced.
I will see again what they have struggled and faced.