Home Within A Dream

Do sparrows blaze the plains with their chirps of love? among the baron, a Destiny is held, the one in which love is found. The paths so crooked, trembling over a trickling brook, imprinted upon dirt are the shapes of life, eyes water as such sights are seen, the beautiful earth, every flower within there seams, The crevasse of every rock, the grass- the whispering trees. She stares in wonder, as she wishes to be home, the spot where life stands still, and time does not exist, the only place she ever knew. the love of the open, the tranquility of chirps, the blaze of the sparrows song, she longs to remember home; to finally hear such beautiful noise, rather than the nothing, of a place in which she's made her life, not the place she knows, as 'home.' she longs to be there, yet only spectates, within the memories of a dream.