Subtle Warmth of the White Cotton Blanket

Raindrops on banana leaves
and subtle warmth of the white cotton blanket
distant strumming of the whiny guitar
rhythmic drumming of my heart;
beat like songs from the paddy fields during monsoon.

Sunshine and rainbows
runway clouds and fantasies
taste of fruits so sweet they cause pain
and sounds of birds; tweet so loud, they leave me
recklessness upset that I’m now amid silence.
I miss the airy mountains where I stood tall
I long for this heaven that thrives somewhere between echos
my homeland,
my dust.