The place my heart will always be

Tell me, what compels one to reach for the stars?
Even when it’s a callous dry land they sprouted up from?

Could it be from combing over a myriad of stories and countless songs, until they learned how to long.

Was it the dry desert heat?
Slowly withering all the bodies they could see,
death hanging around like flies on those too exhausted to leave.

Is it a hope for a better tomorrow?
Or the promises to bring those grown up with, once the scales settle at his feet.

Perhaps the monotony of slow days, ones even the garden snails would scoff to see.

Whatever it is I miss my home but not enough to lay eyes on it personally….

So dreams when at last you must come, take me back to that place near the mountains, where my heart will always be.