In twilight's gentle haze, I yearn to return,
To the homeland that once cradled my dreams,
Yet fear grips my heart with tendrils of concern,
What if the present's tapestry unravels at the seams?
I long for the whispers of familiar winds,
To dance with memories on streets paved in yore,
But shadows cast by the unknown future pins
a worry deep within, a haunting, ghostly lore.
The soil I tread upon in this foreign land,
Bears the weight of tales, of joys, and strife,
Yet a gnawing doubt, like shifting desert sand
asks, will my journey here vanish like a wisp of life?
In this dichotomy, I stand on trembling ground,
Betwixt the past's embrace and future's daunting call,
Holding on to what I have, a life newly found,
Yet yearning for the roots, where my essence won’t be small.
Oh, homeland, your echoes pull at my very core,
Yet here I’ve built a world, a story finely spun,
I fear to lose the threads, what I’ve come to adore,
Balancing on the precipice, betwixt two homes, I’m undone.
In the twilight's tender glow, I search for a sign,
A way to reconcile what’s lost and what’s been won,
Hoping that in the tapestry of time, intertwined,
Both lands I cherish, their legacies, won’t come undone.