The Loneliness of Exile

Anybody who has gone away
Chasing dreams
In full color and sensurround
Knows the meaning of nostalgia
In E minor.

It is music, yes, but it is
Stories we miss each day
The language of children
Trying to see life in black and white
And the boundaries of our joys
Are in shades of gray.

To those who went away
To spaces unfamiliar,
To you we give this message,
Hidden and true:

There is no home here
No homeland even if dreams
And plans come in surpluses.

A Solver Agcaoili
Hon, HI
Dec 2007

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