Thoughts traverse, my crowded mind. Sights in the mind's eye, selling fantasmic wares. Enticing mesmeric mirages, sold by insomniac apparitions. Offering everything. trivia to utopia. A vain search, the elusive sleep!
I see the bay and dim lights, on a dusky eve, from my window, every sunrise and every sunset, the breath taking view, I soaked in, to ensconse in me the seed of nostalgia.
I get a whiff that it's time to say goodbye, and when I am gone from this land, to my homeland which beckons, the seed will sprout into flowers, of blissful memories,that will never fade!