Lonely Dawn week2: Thursday> Honey Jar

Lonely Dawn week 2
 Chapter: Painful freedom

Honey Jar

Dark Honey Jar sits on wooden table
Fruits putrefy in clay bowl
The memory of the purest eras

Now You're sitting on the deck
Smoking watching the beautiful view
Because it's so easier watching from up here

At first you think it's easy
For the love of yours to be
Found your home in tropic
Island and you will retreat

The rest of your soul to find in peace

Wake up, wash your face in hurry
Coffee's waiting on the table carrying
Scents and send all of your home
To your new home

At first you think it's lonely
For the taste of yours it's foreign
Found your home in tropic
Island and you will concede

The rest of your soul to find in peace

Bottle of red wine upon the shelves
Emptied by itself last night
Almonds and honey on the nightstand
And then back again to rest

-Pete M. Yangin

for: Lonely Dawn