The Warmth Of A Womb

Whispering on the empty streets I stand feeling like a Queen
On the old dusty streets of my city as the midnight toll's away
Quite forgotten anything that reminded me of home
The place where once there was love
There was music there was laughter ever after there
Like coming into the warmth of a womb
Hugging me close so close
And the love forgotten the expatriate has returned once more
With the tears silently flowing  reaching that home,
Where once there was love, now an emptiness within us.
I've been away so long, as I look upon, the old homestead
That once was home to us
The strangeness the lamps on the streets
As I look at the silhouette of you
Standing there strangely looking at me
In the air the night winds flow
As I remember each touch forgotten not
The looks of love the leaves fallen carpet like
The garaged rickshaw
Standing phantom, like with unbelievable eyes
The native returning once more
Settling down to sleep on a calm, calm city
Peace reigns upon
With each breath, I take each word I speak each look I took
As I look upon my city lovingly my city my love
Whispering back at me strangely
Going forwards backwards and back again
But with the wounds still fresh in one's mind
With the nakedness of a body, with clothes not
My city will see me know me or not
My whispers it will hear softly
Whispering listening
In the darkness of the night
As it sets deeply, closer so close around me
My city uttering, I stand in pain
My sky's above the touch of love
In the night,
Whispering as we love
The sigh's of the night