Coming Home

Luggage in airport car
Door shuts closed
What am I taking home with me?
Memories of boys like birds
With broken wings, in need of healing
Bright colors of painted temple gods
The scent of cumin
Love unspoken by a fearful heart

The house glows with lamplight
The night sings
My bedroom takes me in its arms
And shakes the dust off the sheets
But long into dawn
I think of you, of the love unspoken
By your fearful heart