[Poem] The Wanderer's Song

Far from the warmth of a hearth's embrace,

I wander the world, a restless pace.

No chimney smoke paints the evening sky,

Just endless roads beneath a lonely eye.

 

The moon my guide, the stars my friends,

A longing for home that never ends.

Each bustling town, a fleeting scene,

Aching for roots, where I've always been.

 

Perhaps it's not a place, but a memory's hold,

A whispered name, a story untold.

The echo of laughter, a familiar face,

A yearning for comfort in this fleeting space.

 

But hope remains, a flickering flame,

That one day I'll find my way back again.

To a haven of love, where my spirit can roam,

And finally call a place truly home.