Wings of the Migratory bird

A long time since have been at home,
No room I still have found,
My dreams abound, of a place I had known,
A country seas apart. 


My land to me, a stranger been,
Even years though have depart, 
My dreams abound, of a nest elsewhere,
Where sand and sun goes down.


Mind though here, heart astray,
Memories of yore still spun,
My dreams abound, of a time spent well,
In the hearth, some miles away. 


I wish it were, again someday,
When a flight was all it took,
My dreams abound, I'd now return,
With the wings of the migratory bird.